Tuesday, May 26th 2020
AT RISE: CJ & Mommy are tickle-wrestling at bedtime. An audible rumble begins.
MOM (to herself in her head): Fart. A fart. My daughter’s fart. Of course. Wait, what? Is she still farting? IS that a fart? [Leans head in to listen…]
MOM: Oh. [Pause.] You read my mind. [Pause.] It’s a helicopter. [Pause. Leans in further.] So that’s what you’re calling ‘farts’ these days!?!
BOTH: [Laugh hysterically. Resume wrestling.]