"Save the Popcorn, Kirsten, it's too late for the boots!"
All right, my friends, here's the story:
Players: Our daughter, oldest son, me, youngest son; Daddy is messing with the camera in preparation for Christmas morning.
Setting: Christmas 1980, Tacoma, Washington, in what we called our Grown-Up Sitting Room
The curtain draws open. The children and Mom are watching "How the Grinch Stole Christmas" while Daddy puts batteries in the old Kodak, takes out the full roll of undeveloped film, and practices taking pictures in preparation for Christmas morning.
The Big Kids are eating popcorn in harvest gold Melmac bowls their parents got for their 1970 wedding, and see the littlest one in their peripheral vision.
Script:
Daddy -- Watch it, here comes Samurai Baby.
(Children, eyes still glued to TV, place bowls of popcorn immediately out of reach.)
The End