Saturday Errands

SCENE: The beat-up old Toyota Ravioli, driving round mid-way through morning errands. Daddy behind the wheel, chatting with Little One, age 5, in her Girlz Rule booster in the right-side backseat.

LITTLE ONE: Hey Dads, did you have a dream last night?

DAD: (in a teasing mood) Yes! It was another High School Musical dream! Can you believe it?

LITTLE ONE: Really? What was it about?! What was it about?!

DAD: Well –

LITTLE ONE: Was it about Troy?

DAD: No –

LITTLE ONE: Was it about Gabriella?

DAD: No –

LITTLE ONE: Was it about Ryan? Or Sharpay?

DAD: No. (evil grin indicating major teasing to commence) Chad was in it.

LITTLE ONE: Chad?

DAD: Yeah. Chad.

LITTLE ONE: What were you doing?

DAD: We had a dance off. (lets it sink a moment into Little One’s incredulous brain). We had a dance off, and guess who won?

LITTLE ONE: (distrustful hesitation)

DAD: I did, baby! I did!

LITTLE ONE: (protesting) No! –

DAD: My moves blew his away! I won the dance off, baby! Woo-hoo! My dance moves rule!

(… Long silence of three or four minutes …)

LITTLE ONE: (anguished shock) Was that dream really necessary!!!