KARI: What are you doing?
MIKE: I’m looking up what the principal at this school looks like, in case I see her tomorrow.
KARI: That’s smart. So you’ll be at the school tomorrow?
MIKE: Yes. Now I have to try to remember her name. Principal Brady.
KARI: You need a mnemonic device.
MIKE: I was thinking, Brady like the guy who was hurt when Reagan was shot. The Brady Bill.
KARI: Wow, that’s . . . a lot more complicated than I would have gone. Have you heard of a little thing called The Brady Bunch?
MIKE: I bet she doesn’t want GUNS IN HER SCHOOL.
KARI: I bet she is A LOVELY LADY.
MIKE: Look at this woman. Do I want to imagine her in day-glo bellbottoms? I think not.
KARI: Oooooooh, good point.
MIKE: The Brady Bill it is.
KARI: . . . Surely there is something better.
MIKE: Oh, I don’t know . . . what about that quarterback?
KARI: *gasp*
MIKE: You know, the really handsome one.
KARI: Take that back!
MIKE: What’s his name again? Oh, that’s right, TOM BRADY.
KARI: The foul besmircher!
MIKE: Is that really the appropriate insult?
KARI: Do not speak his name in our house!
MIKE: What, TOM BRADY?
KARI: Take it back, take it back!
MIKE: No.
KARI: We hates him! Take it back, precious!
MIKE: I should never have gotten you to start watching football.
KARI: TAKE IT BACK!
MIKE: Good grief. I take it back.
Much later.
KARI: What was the principal’s name again?
MIKE: Ummmm . . .
KARI: Principal Beaver?
MIKE: NO! Principal BRADY!
KARI: Yikes. Sorry about that.
MIKE: Yeah, thanks a lot.
KARI: You? Are so screwed.
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