My mother and I went to see a matinee today. We do this frequently; it’s a good deal for both of us. I get a free ticket, and mom gets an escort to the type of movie that my father couldn’t be dragged to. Previously this summer we’d seen Spellbound (excellent, uplifting), Capturing the Friedmans (excellent, devastating), and today we were going to see Stone Reader.
The movie theater was one of those precious, arty venues with film-snob ushers and a gourmet concession stand. Among the concessions on offer were cream cheese brownies, which, I must admit, looked pretty good, despite being marketed under the unfortunate name “boom booms.”
As we walked up to the ticket-ripper-in-half guy, mom started in.
Mom: Does Adam want a boom boom?
Adam: Stop it, mom.
M: Should mommy buy Adam a boom boom?
A: Cut it out. That man is laughing at me.
M: [gleeful] I know.
