"Brain Trimmers"

Our house, 11:10am.

Sawed Off turns on the television, a Baby Einstein video is playing. He stands close to the television, watching it.

"Stop it!" shouts H-Bomb. "You're going to get a brain trimmer doing that!"

"What?" I ask. "A brain tumor?"

"NO! A brain trimmer!"

"Oh, a brain trimmer? From standing too close?"

"Yes!" H-Bomb asserts.

"Go sit on the couch, Sawed Off," I say as I walk away. #1 claims he didn't say anything about brain trimmers. I am positive I only have ever said it would hurt their eyes. #1 changes his story, saying "it's possible I told them about brain tumors..."

Meanwhile, back in the living room:

"Sawed Off! You're going to get a brain trimmer!! Move away!"