(Front door opens, then slams. Five minutes pass, door opens and slams again. Little feet stomp up the stairs.)
Mama: Where'd you go, little man?
J, all-consuming pout on his face: Gamma not home.
Mama: You went to Grandma's?
J: Yeah, but she not home.
Mama: I *told* you Grandma was not home.
J: Yeah, well, she not.
Mama: Don't go to Grandma's and Grandpa's without asking me first. I have said that nintey million times. Don't go outside without asking me first. (I know, I ask a lot.)
J: Okay, mama.
(Stompy feet go downstairs, front door opens, then slams. The Mama's head subsequently spins around, big stompy feet go downstairs.)
Mama: Dude, seriously. Don't go outside without asking. Come in the house.
J: Mama, I'm looking for Sis. I can't find her.
Mama: Get in the house.
J: I need to find her.
Mama: Come inside.
J: Is she in da house?
Mama: Probably not, with the way things are going. Come inside.
J: Is Sis in da house?
Mama: Come. In. The. House. Now.
J: You make me a sandwich?