Can I borrow you for a couple of hours? I want to go see a movie and I don't want to go alone. What?  What's the movie? The  Blind Side. Some say it's really a made-for-tv-movie. Yes, that's supposed to be mean inferior but I feel like a good cry, something to lift me up. An emotional rollercoaster.

Look, I'll act young. I'll, I'll even dye my hair. Purple. I'll wear a skirt. Shortish. Don't worry not THAT short and those mad blue stockings of mine. Black hi-tops. You can listen to your ipod in the car. I won't drive too fast. If you like we can meet in the theatre when the lights are turned down. I promise not to pat you on the arm when something moves me. I promise not to cry too loud or laugh too hard. I promise you can eat all the popcorn you want. You don't eat it anymore? Since when? Oh, okay, since the time you had your braces. Ages ago. Sure, I'll buy you water.

What did you say? How many? Thirty. You want thirty seventeen year old at your birthday party in three weeks time? You are joking me, right? Do you think I've lost it completely? No. I said, you could have a few friends over. A few. Thirty is not a few.

Do you want to see the movie or not? I told you no about the party. What do you mean I should dye my hair? I simply wanted to know if you would like to pass a couple of hours with me. Don't try and bargain. Don't do that. Anyway,  I will go alone. I'm fine with that. I know what I said. I said you could have a few friends over. Besides, what if the weather is bad? What then? Oh, I see the house, oh, alright and Dad and I could go out for the evening. Even go to a movie, The Blind Side. No. Do you think I'm well - blind? I know what happens to homes once a bunch of marauding teens enter past the front door. Without supervision-are you mad?

No, we'll have to wait 'til Dad gets home. We can talk then. The movie? Well, no, I feel a little tired now. I think I am going to go lie down. Sure. Okay. I love you too.