My phone conversation with my mother on Monday.
Misha: Hi mom, how are you doing?
J: Great (sounding pathetic)
M: You don't sound great. What happened?
J: I fell in the rose bush again.
M: Are you bleeding? (she has a rare and deadly bleeding disorder)
J: No, I don't think so.
M: Why did you fall in the bushes AGAIN?
J: I don't know. The ground is soft and level and..
M: What shoes were you wearing?
J: Flip flops.
M: Mom, you need to wear better shoes when you are gardening.
J: I know. I think I just need to be put in a box to keep me out of trouble.
M: A box? Like a dog crate?
J: No, a big cage. I could dance in it.
M: You want me to put you in a cage to keep you safe?
J: Yeah, I could just dance around.
M: That doesn't sound too safe.
J: Well, nothing will happen to me unless someone tries to get into the cage and dance with me.
M: So let me get this right. You want to become a Go-Go dancer?
M: For Safety?