Charlie: Look, I’ll explain it to you.

Cassie: Okay.

Charlie: (with a bright and cheerful voice) First, we’ll do this…blah, blah, blah. Then we’ll have to strip this other piece, not the red one, the white one…blah, blah, blah. And before you ask, no…no one is going to get electrocuted…since I know that’s your biggest fear after puke and lightening. Then, we’ll put this in here…blah, blah, blah, and we’ll be done. All fixed. Get it?

Cassie: No.

Charlie: (condescending tone) I didn’t think so. Just have Dad explain it to you when he gets home. Getting you to understand is really more of a husband requirement.

Cassie: How do you know this, this electrical stuff?

Charlie: Dad told me.

Cassie: When?

Charlie: Last night.

Cassie: And you remembered all that?

Charlie: Of course. (Pause) It’s obvious that, um, you don’t get electrical…like, your mind doesn’t work that way. (Muttering as he leaves the room) Actually, I’m not really sure how your mind operates….

Cassie: I heard that. Total fresh.

Charlie: (calling back) Just ask Dad. I got stuff to do.

Cassie: Yea, but nothing electrical; no stripping wires, no stripping anything until Dad gets home.

Charlie: Oh, Mom……