“Mom, you’ve been on the computer all day! Dad says the mooseburgers are ready—everybody’s waiting for you. Could you log off and come outside?”
“There are those, Willow, who would work the politics of personal destruction on Alaska and it’s part of our values to not let these bad guys get away with it, also. You remember that David Letterman joked about you, don’t you?”
“Moommmm—”
“Well he did. I’m doing this for you kids, ya know. It’s not for me. Ya see this ugly thing about Trig?”
“Mom, that’s a Facebook page about math—-”
“There’s that ugliness again, Willow. I did more in my time as Governor to reduce this scourge of drugs butcha don’t hear about that, do ya—”
“Mommmm, that’s “MATH LAB, not Meth lab—”
“Well, I don’t care, they’re hearing from my lawyers. Here’s something else they said ugly about you Willow—-”
“MOMMMMMMMMMM!”
Not to go all Madamab on everybody.
By the way, it took a while for me to realize that she sang, and her name is Madama Butterfly. For months I thought she was some kind of as-seen-on-TV tummy-tightening machine.