Scarlett and I pull into the garage, after 10 pm on a rainy Sunday night, fresh off a performance, when I remember the wild kittens in the shed.
And, I make a loud frustrated moaning sound. You know, the wifely kind.
Me. "Nothing. Just that I bet Daddy forgot to feed the kittens. Forget I said that."
Scarlett. "Of course he forgot. He always forgets. Look, the outside light isn't on, either."
Me. "Really -- never mind. I don't want my image of Daddy always forgetting things to shift down to you children."
Scarlett. (to "Chain of Fools"). "Shift, shift, shift."