The following is an excerpt from a play my son and I were having the other day:
The Narrator (a.k.a., my son): You find yourself in one of “those” houses.
The Not-So-Brave Hero (a.k.a., me): (Thinking we must be thinking of different houses, but deciding to go with the joke anyway.) Really? But I don’t have any money!
The Narrator: (Ignoring me) You find yourself in the house of a grumpy cat.
The Not-So-Brave Hero: A grumpy cat house, you say? It’s grumpy because I don’t have any money, isn’t it?
