November 19, 2008

conversation with mom

Pamie: ...And then I said, "Well, that sounds dangerous, so please don't tell me about it until it's over or I will worry about it from now until it's over."
Mom: That's exactly what you should have said.
Pamie: Which is how I knew I'd officially turned into you. I no longer want to hear about dangerous things people are doing until they're done doing them. I suddenly understand why the mom of the girl at the Olympics wouldn't even watch her compete. Used to think it was selfish; now believe it's completely sensible.
Mom: This is why I don't want to know anything about roller derby.
Pamie: Which is why I didn't tell you when I broke my tailbone.
Mom: You should still tell me when you break your tailbone.
Pamie: And lie about how I did it?
Mom: I need to know when you break something.
Pamie: So you can get mad? Or so you can stop worrying that I'll break something and start worrying about how I've broken something?
Mom: Both.
Pamie: I am careful, Mom. I watch out for myself.
Mom: Uh-huh. I'm sure you do, but you live in a city full of crazy people.
Pamie: Myself included.
Mom: People are always dying out there. Murdered in the streets. Whenever I watch one of these television shows, the murders and death are always happening in Los Angeles. Dangerous city.
Pamie: Mom... that's because they make those shows in Los Angeles. This is where they make television. If they made all the television shows in Chicago, you'd think Chicago was the most dangerous city in America.
Mom: No, there are other dangerous cities. CSI: Miami, CSI: New York...
Pamie: Mom, I work at CSI: New York.
Mom: Really?
Pamie: Yes. They shoot across the street from my office. We're on the same lot. And I can't believe I just called a city "CSI:" anything.
Mom: Would you say hi to Gary Sinise for me?
Pamie: No. He gives me the creeps.
Mom: Well, that's crazy. He seems like a nice guy.
Pamie: Why doesn't Gary Oldman make movies anymore?
Mom: Now, THAT'S a creepy guy.
Pamie: Yeah, but he was really good at it.
Mom: What were we saying?
Pamie: That I'm going to be careful when I'm walking through the streets of CSI: New York at night.
Mom: Good. I love you.
Pamie: I love you, too, Mommy.

Posted by pamie at 1:39 PM