Mom: So your father and I watched that Twilight movie you keep mooning over.
Me: Yeah?
Mom: Yeah. I don’t get it.
Me: Really?!
Mom: Yeah. He’s not very good – and strange looking. And I can’t stand watching that chick. She’s absolutely horrible!
Me: I never said it was good. In fact I think I expressly stated the acting was horrible.
Mom: How many times have you watched this again?
Me: Um, I dunno, maybe twenty-six or so?
Mom: I just don’t get it.
Me: I think you have to embrace your inner thirteen year old girl.
Mom: I don’t think neither I nor your father has one of those anymore.
So of course I watched Twilight for the twenty-seventh time to make sure I’m still obsessed. Check.
