Me, the mother, thrilled, “Look at that! OMG! Are you guys seeing this? These are really pretty.”

Funk, the husband, in a somber, but agreeable tone, “Yes, they are.”

Me, the mother, beyond excited, “This is like very different than I’m used to.”

Andrew, the son, or, as some would say, the killjoy, “Super normal.”

Me, the mother, incredulous, “You’ve seen all of these?”

Andrew, the son, or, the killjoy, “All of these.”

Tara, the daughter, “Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha”

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