When I Was A Child

I don't know that this - A Conversation at the Grownup Table, as Imagined at the Kids’ Table - is so far off, although it's more along the lines of a Saturday night dinner party with friends rather than Thanksgiving with family.

MOM: Pass the wine, please. I want to become crazy.

DAD: O.K.

GRANDMOTHER: Did you see the politics? It made me angry.

DAD: Me, too. When it was over, I had sex.

It wouldn't surprise me if this part wasn't imagined at all:

DAD: (laughing) There are actual monsters in the world, but when my kids ask I pretend like there aren’t.

Those grownups are total bastards.