We're going to a gun and militaria show. Eee-yep, the whole family is going. And no, in this family, stuff like that is perfectly normal. So the conversation went like this:
M: You want to go where?
G: A gun show out in Somewhere Somestate.
M: Okay. I wanted to go shopping so I guess that counts. (thinks for a moment) We're taking Dinks?
M: Oh. (thinks again) You think the baby will have fun?
G: Sure she will. She loves that stuff.
M: Yeah, I know and that's what bothers me.
G: You like gun shows, too.
M: Not the point.
G: She'll have fun, trust me.
M: Well, I guess. I hope she behaves.
G: She should. She'll be jumping up on one of the tables shouting, "Don't anyone move! I'm packing heat and I don't mean my diaper."
M: Oh lord, I can see her doing that, too.
I swear our last name should be Addams.