In my inbox this morning, courtesy of my lovely neighbor Andrew who tries very hard to avoid public forums, and will now probably hate me:
Exterior establishing shot. A hot, dry sunny day on (the street I live on).
3of3 runs with a little soccer ball towards a tall, bald man watering his dahlias.
3of3: Anjou! I want to play with you! We can chase the ball. Don't touch it.
Andrew: Okay, I won't touch it. I swear.
3of3: Let's go, Anjou.
The intrepid duo run up (said street).
Andrew: You must miss your mom.
3of3: No. She's in Chicago.
Andrew: So, if she were in another city would you miss her? Like New York?
3of3: No, she's coming back in two minutes.
Andrew: In a few days? Next week?
3of3: Two minutes. Next week.
Andrew: I don't think you understand time, 3of3.
3of3: Oh my god! Two minutes, Anjou.