Mom: “Is there anything special you’d like for Christmas?”
Me: “A Tardis to put on my desk at work.”
Mom: “What’s a Tardis?”
Me: “You know. The Doctor’s space ship? From Doctor Who?”
Mom: “So you want a model of a ship?”
Me: “Yeah. It looks like a police box.”
Mom: “It’s not a ship?”
Me: “It’s a ship. But it looks like a police box.”
Mom: “What’s a police box?”
Me: “It’s like a phone booth.”
Mom: “So it’s a phone booth.”
Me: “Sort of. You know those red, English phone booths like those people down the street have in their front yard? Like that. But blue.” (They really do have one.)
Mom: “So you want a blue phone booth. That’s really a space ship. For your desk.”
Me: “That’s right.”
Mom: “…”
Me: “…”
Mom: “So, in other words, you’d like money for Christmas.”
Me: “That’ll work, too.”
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