Scene: Saturday morning. Momma, Dada, and Bean, all in the car, on the way to our weekly Little Gym shenanigans. Momma’s driving.

Dada: I heard that the NSA set up some sort of partnership with Google.

Momma: The NSA? Like, the National Security Agency?

Dada: Yeah.

Momma: Where did you hear that?

Dada: I read it somewhere. Do you think it’s true?

Momma: It wouldn’t surprise me. I mean, if you wanted to monitor someone, what better way than to tap into Google? They’ve got shit on everyone.

Dada: The NSA scares the shit out of me.

Momma: I’m sure the NSA thing is true on some level. I’m sure lots of those ridiculous conspiracy theory things are true. There’s nothing new under the sun, and when you’ve got unlimited resources and carte blanche from the government, why wouldn’t you take advantage of it? I mean, I don’t think they’re out, like, manufacturing werewolves or some shit. But, you know, within reason.

Bean: Bada?

Dada: Manufacturing werewolves. I fucking love you, Momma.