Okay, she hopes millions of people are chuckling, here at Mamarazzi, every day. One of her readers, Jen, led her down this delicious little path. The Matron had never ever heard of Brooke Hogan before and now she understands why.
Then, there's Stryker. Here she is, driving in the van with her children.
Stryker: "I'm actually happy. I'm having a really good day. Yes. I'm happy. It feels good, Mom"
Matron: "Well, that's wonderful!"
Stryker: "Yes. It's already noon and I haven't had a single suicidal thought yet. That might be a first!"
Long long pause in which the Matron must construct the one and only perfect, appropriate reply that will: A) be appropriately light, if this is a joke, and therefore not create too much ADO and get him to actually starting thinking about suicide; or B) casual, even-handed and detached query into the nature and consistency of said suicidal thoughts, should he really be having them.
She can't quite construct such a sentence.
Stryker: "MOM! I am so totally kidding. I'm way too important to die!"
Strangle him herself now or wallow in the relief? Yes, indeed, he is her black humor boy.