Girl from the East (seated on couch, reading a chapter book aloud): Mom, what does w-a-i-t spell?
Clock ticks. Cars drive past on the street outside. Dried leaves let go of their seasonal grip and drift earthward.
Girl from the East: Mom, what does w-a-i-t spell?
MZ: I said, wait.
Bananas rot. Cat yawns. The earth turns.
Girl from the East: MO-OM! I. SAID. WHAT. DOES. W-A-I-T SPELL?
MZ: WAIT! I mean, waaaaaiiiitaminnit there. I think we’re having our first Jim Ignatowski moment.
Girl: Jimnatowski! Mom you’re so silly.
Silly? You decide: