SHOES: When’re you putting up the Christmas lights?
BOOTS: It’s still November. I think we have time.
SHOES: I’m picking up attitude.
BOOTS: Tis the season.
SHOES: Okay, Santa, I’ll start over. I’d really love it if you would be so kind as to string the Christmas lights on the exterior of our home.
BOOTS: I have to wait until Quinn gets home.
SHOES: He’s not getting home until the 15th!
BOOTS: It can’t be helped. He’s the tallest. I need him.
SHOES: We own a ladder.
BOOTS: Let me clarify. I’m emotionally incapable of rising from this chair and hanging lights without my son.
SHOES: That’s very clear.
BOOTS: So, we’re good for the 15th?