Scene: cocktail hour, the Clarke/Crall home. Denny and I are drinking a Spanish Tempranillo and the kids are drinking their usual lemonade/Sprite/maraschino cherry concoctions.
A: Probably the next trip I take to Europe will be to Spain. I’ll bring you guys.
T: Of course you will. What movie do think we’re playing in, Home Alone?
T: This pancake is warm, warmer than lava.
A: What?! I’m surprised it didn’t melt your plate.
T: I’m surprised it didn’t kill me.
T, genuinely perplexed: Who would touch BUNS?