Ethan: Hey! We walked almost three miles in the rain,weighted down with a vest and ankle weights. You are a great encourager.
Simon: You are a terrible listener! I was trying to tell you it was raining! I could have drowned!
Ethan: Well, I did have these blisters on my ankles. Look at all that blood.
Simon: You should just lick that and put some dirt on it. You’ll walk again. Hey what’s that smell? Is that soup?
Ethan: Greens minestrone. It’s pretty amazing. You want some broccoli?
Simon: I don’t eat green th- this is delicious! Just put some in my bowl dad. It’s ok, mom never has to know.
(Power flickers…goes off)
Simon: Dad. Dad. Daaaaaaad.
Ethan: This is becoming a regular event. They should sell tickets.
Simon: What happened to my show! It went away.
Ethan: Don’t look now, you won’t see anything, but the power went out.
Simon: I don’t see anything.
Ethan: I know, I just said…
Simon: It’s dark.
Ethan: That’s because the power went out.
Simon: Well make it come back. What is power anyway.
Ethan: It’s probably those creatures from that movie we watched last night…what was it? What was it?
Simon: (under the table) Hey if it’s ok. I’ll wait here and you go ask about the power.
Ethan: The Great Wall! Man that was driving me crazy.
Ethan: Hey we can just read IT instead.
Simon: I want to go to grandmas.
Simon: Dear doggie journal. Today, was the best day. I got a new collar. A blue collar. It doesn’t hold dirt, smells, or sweat. Which was beginning to be a problem.
Ethan: Ok let’s put your name tag back so I know your name …(snaps fingers) …what’s your name?
Simon: It’s Simon,dad! It says it right there on my clothes. See? SIMON.
Simon: I just don’t understand why they like staring at colours blowing up in the sky…are they on drugs?
Ethan: No no…well…most of them aren’t but they are probably drunk. Especially the guy that shot one at us while we were walking.
Simon: what are we eating? Hot dogs!
Ethan: Even better. Chicken, with mashed sweet potatoes and honey glazed peaches with spinach.
Simon: Do you even BBQ, dad?
Simon: What’s up dad?
Ethan: I had a story…but then I lost it…
Simon: I’ve got it. (Brings leash)
Ethan: When you have writer’s block,You put a beagle on it
Ethan: I know it just rained so you have to mark everything again…
Simon: Shhh, dad, I’m on the job. I will find your story.
Simon: (on phone) Hey dad! How is the work?
Ethan: Hey man. It’s ok.
Simon: What are we going to do today?
Ethan: I- I don’t know, I guess walk? What’s wrong?
Simon: Nothing. I was just checking on my best friend. You’ve been at the work for days.
Ethan: It’s only been three hours. What are you doing?
Simon: I’m waiting on the mailman. I’m expecting a very important parcel.
Ethan: Well, I’ll be home soon.
Simon: and then we can play stick!
Ethan: but you have to help me clean and cook. Promise?
Simon: Sure dad.
Simon: Hey dad?
Simon: How important were those nachos on top of the counter, behind the coffee pot?
Ethan: Pretty important.
Simon: Oh, you probably should bring some more home then.
Simon: Hey dad!
Ethan: Hey man.
Simon: Oh – oh is that a – sandwich?
Ethan: Are you actually drooling right now?
Simon: Something smells wrong with your sandwich. You better let me taste it to make sure it’s safe.