On a drive, with the whole family, through the part of town built by the industrial barons in the early part of the last century - the gorgeous old stone mansions half hidden down the drive, beyond the pines and hardwoods....
Talking about what it might be like to live in one of those houses.....
Feeling a bit feisty and bold....
Me (dreamy, far away look in my eye): We could build a dungeon
Husband (stern, 'be careful where you tread' look in his eye): Oh yea ??
Boys in the back seat: Ooh! yea, cool! Could we?
One of the boys: What would we put in it?
Husband: Bad people.
Me: Implements of torture.
Boys: ~ naming all sorts of medieval weapons ~
Husband (with a distinct glint and sneer): Your mom.
Boys: Hmm... (serious consideration going on) what could we tell the police when they come?