So, we're walking out of the San Marcos Library, and the Impossible Son says, "You know what I hate about super models?"
Okay, I thought, That's a bit of a non-sequiter! I'm used to those, though, thanks to the Impertinent One. "No, what do you hate about super-models?" I said, curious.
"They complain too much!" He skipped along next to me and frowned up at me. "Always complaining!"
"Oh," I said, nodding thoughtfully. "Spend a lot of time around super-models, do you?"
He grinned and started running for the van. "None of your beeswax!" he shouted over his shoulder.
"Hey!" I said, catching up. "I'm your mother! I have a right to know if you're hanging out with super models!"
The Husbandly One and the Impertinent Daughter stared at us with puzzled frowns. "What's going on, Mum?" Miss Priss asked.
"Mr. Impossible complained about super models, and I asked if he made a habit of hanging around them without telling us and he told me it's none of my beeswax!" I said indignantly as I got in the car.
"Wow," said the Husbandly One. "That's disrespectful."
"Hey," said the Impossible Son with a casual shrug. "I have a whole secret life none of you know about! That's just the way it is. Deal."
Then later, as we headed for home, the Impossible Son piped up, "Hey, Mom, are you going to bake cookies today?"
"I'll see what I can do," I said with a sigh. "Why?"
"I want to take a few samples so I can go down to my secret lab and do more work on my formula."
"Formula?" said the Husbandly One. "What formula?"
"I'm working on a formula for mind control," said the Impossible Son, leaning back in his seat with his DSLite. "If I get it right and add it to Mom's cookies, it will help her plan for World Domination Through Cookies move forward! I'm like... her assistant. Like... a mad scientist, but... none of you are allowed in my secret lab, so don't ask!"
"Okay," said the Husbandly One dubiously. "Just don't blow anything up. I'm not sure our homeowner's insurance would cover explosions and damage from an underground secret lab."
Yes, the Impossible Son has a rich, imaginative life. I wonder if conversations like this are the reason behind some of the very strange looks we get in public? Heh, heh, heh...