(It's Sunday, and a storm is rolling in. It's dark outside, and we can hear thunder every few minutes or so. I am standing up playing Rock Band 3; Calle is sitting on the sectional. Josie comes around the couch, low-walking to where I am.)
J: OMG DO SOMETHING BIG LOUD NOISES OMG WERE ALL GOING TO DIE!!!!
C: We're not going to die. Stop being such a baby.
J: CANT YOU HEAR THE LOUD NOISES? OMG OMG OMG ...
C: It's rained like this before. Now shut up. He's about to play Roundabout, and I like that song.
J: You don't care because you're old!
C: I don't care because I kicked cancer's ass. WTF is a storm going to do to me? Now go and hide under the bed. We all know you're going there anyway.
J: AM NOT. (Runs off to hide under the bed.)