Me: Sweetie, how’s your first trip to Canada?
O: It’s great! My only regret is that I forgot to pack WILD.
Me: Are you kidding me? Didn’t we just have a talk about not taking books off my nightstand, WILD in particular?
O: But I didn’t take it.
Me: But you planned to.
O: But I didn’t.
Me: Not because of The Rule! Just because you’re absent-minded. Which is why you would’ve left it in Toronto. With all my marks and annotations inside. When I have to teach it!
O: I don’t understand why you’re so agitated. You’re the one who asked how Canada was!
Me: Oh. My. God.
O: Honorable Punkin! I’m very sleepy. I was up late reading WILD.
Me: Wow, didn’t expect that. Um, remember our agreement about not taking books off my nightstand? I’m freaking out, looking for a book I have to teach, and it’s in your car…or in the liquor cabinet…or wherever you wandered to.
O: But I had to find out what happened to the lady’s mother.
Me: She dies. It’s on the back cover.
O: Not the details. Like the outline of the male nurse’s penis through his pants! Ha, her writing is very cinematic! She should consider making the stuff into a movie.
Me: Uh, someone kinda did. It’s kinda huge. It got nominated for an Oscar.
O: WILD is a movie?! Wow, so they took my advice!
Me: Yes. That is exactly what happened.