So Beeki, The Crackhead, and I go out for dinner the other night. The following conversation ensued:

Cach: Oh yeah, Beeki, you have to give me your iPod so I can give you Coldplay.

Crackhead: Beeki needs a cold plate? A cold plate? Why would she need a cold plate?

Beeki: ... No, Coldplay.

Crackhead: Cold plate?

Cach: Yes, cold plate. I need to give Beeki a cold plate.

Crackhead: Why would you give her a cold plate?

Beeki: No, it's a band. Coldplay.

Crackhead: Cold plate's a band?

Cach: Yes, cold plate is a band. I need to give Beeki cold plate, the band.

Beeki: No, Coldplay.

Crackhead: Oh. Coldplay. That's a band?

Then I recorded the following story about The Crackhead accompanying a family friend who is a cop on a ridealong. Yes, that's right. My mother on a ridealong. Behold:



Yes, it's that much fun every time we get together with my family. Who needs cable?