Pacificapocalypse

In the shower this morning.

Court: “So I have a class today where I have to pick two students and have them-”
Me: “Give them melee weapons and enter Thunderdome!” (I’m always thinking about Thunderdome when we’re both in the shower; it’s a big two person shower with two shower heads, but still… there’s that lingering fear that when you have a face full of soap suds you’re going to catch an elbow in the biscuits.)
Court: “No jerko! I have to have them do an exercise in the Piaget method of teaching-”
Me: “Which really means… THUNDERDOME!”
Court: “NO! I’m going to be using-”
Me: “Two student enter: one student leaves!”
Court: “I’m going to hit you.”
Me: “Did you tell them they get to keep the Thunderdome when they’re done? It’d be like a playhouse.” (She’s teaching 2nd graders right now; they’re keen on playhouses.)

At which point I realized that I was alone. Had a face full of soap suds.