Mom: “We went and saw Planet of the Apes last night. Or, no, it was the new one. Rise of The Apes.”
Me: “Oh. Did you like it?”
Mom: “Well, it was just made for ten year old boys, so they could see it and come home and run around and pretend to be the characters.”
*Hubbub in the background.*
Mom: “Dad is saying eight year old boys. He’d give it an eight out of ten.”
Me: “That’s not bad on the Dad Scale.”
Mom: “No, it’s really not! He had recorded the old one on the DVR so that we could watch it when we came home-”
Me: “The Charlton Heston one?”
Mom: “Yeah, and now he wants to watch it, but…”
Me: “Not in the mood?”
Mom: “I’m just tired of apes! I can only tolerate so many apes in a day, and I think…I think I reached my ape limit.”
Me: “Guess you’ll have to wait until your ape batteries are recharged.”
Mom: “I guess so! I don’t really have a lot of room in my life for apes.”
