I was just communicating with my son via the walkie talkies we have. He likes to use them when he’s playing outside, and I like to use them because I don’t need to scream his name out the front door when I want to talk to him. Anyway, we just popped in new batteries, so we wanted to test them out. He went outside, and I sat her, and started talking:

Me: Breaker, breaker, this is Big Momma, calling the Boy. Can you read me?

The boy: I can hear you. Uh, Mommy? You don’t need to talk like that. We’re not in the navy. But if you want to PLAY navy I will be Goose and you can be Maverick.

Me: 10-4, Roger Dodger, over and out. (If I’m Maverick, do I get to make out with Kelly McGillis?)

The next time he calls me on the walkie talkie, I’m going into pilot mode. “Uhh…..folks, please leave your seat belts fastened as we uhh….make our descent into Tampa. Uhh…..It’s been a pleasure serving you today, and we uhh….hope to see you again soon.” (I’m a natural, right?)