"Whoa...what are you doing, Molly?"
"Looking for the climax! Where's the climax?"
Tom sprints across the room to stop whatever train wreck may or may not be about to occur. Closes drawer.
"Uhh...what do you need the...er....IT......for?"
"I have a cut on my lip and need some climax to fix it."
Ahhhh....we think she was looking for the Carmex.
That will teach this former English teacher not to discuss literary plot devices with the kids at bedtime.
Tom is still recovering.
