A son and his mother read in different parts of the house. They yell at one another.
–I know: me too.
–Listen to this opening sentence–
–I’m reading my own book!
–“The man, who was not a man, spoke to the bejeweled lizard, who was not a lizard, and asked, ‘Have you seen my lightsaber?’ “
–You’ve got to be kidding.
–I’m thankful: it is all down hill from here!
–Are you sure: sounds like a low point.
–But how can it get any more horrible?
–That’s what I’m saying: it is a low point.
There is a brief pause.
–Mom, I’m worried.
–I’m trying to read!
–Chemo’s made you sarcastic.
–Actually, I prayed for nerd children.
–Hey! That hurt my feelings!
–I wanted my old age to be one long, glorious Nerdfest.
–I’m only reading this book as a favor to my brother.
–It is book number three.
–They are connected!
–I’m sure the Force told you to read it.
–No, the Force doesn’t talk: it is emotional–
–I’m getting an emotion right now.
–Trust your feelings, Luke–I mean, mom.
–Luke, I am your mother.
–No, mom! No!
–Luke, come to the quiet side.
–Don’t you mean Dark Side?
–The quite side: the side where people are quiet. So they can read in peace.
There is another pause.
–I just farted.
–I was wrong: this is the low point.
–What color would my lightsaber be, mom, if I had one?