Tim: Where are the boys? I need some help.
Jill: They're still picking up Mom from the airport. Listen, um, when she gets here I want you to be extra nice to her.
Tim: Oh. Now you tell me. I just short-sheeted her bed.
Jill: No. You know, I want this to be a really great holiday for her. It's the first one since Dad died, and she's bound to be a little depressed.
Tim: If anything will lift her spirits, it will be the new lighting display. Guess who's bearing frankincense this year? [pulls out cardboard cut-out of Frankenstein as a wise man]