The Worst Conversation My Wife and I Have Ever Had:
Ian is in the bathtub recovering from hoops. He yells to his wife in the adjoining room.
IAN: So, like, is the rap on the French preschool that it’s too frou-frou for the parents, and after a few months they can’t stand the whole “our students are little trees” thing and get tired of their kids going to Oz every day and so the parents start feeling left out?
Twenty seconds pass.
IAN: That may have been the worst conversation we’ve ever had. Actually, that may be the worst conversation we’ll ever have.
TESSA: I wouldn’t say that. Give us time.