C: Mom? V: What? C: I love you. V: I love you, too. What do you want? C: Nothing. I just want you to know how loved you are. V: Yeah. So, either you did something or you want something. C: I’m wounded. V: I’m sure. Which is it? C: Fable II. V: Fine. Get in the car. Because I have teenage sons, I frequent these places more often than I’d like.