[INT. SUV, weekday morning, on way to school]
Son: Mom, is this the real life?
Mom: Or is this just fantasy?
Son: I’m caught in a landslide.
Mom: You know what? There’s really no escape from reality.
Son: Open your eyes.
Mom (pointing): Look up to the skies and see.
Son: I’m just a poor boy
Mom: You need no sympathy
Son: Because I’m easy come, easy go
Mom: Little high, little low.
Son: Any way the wind blows
Mom: Doesn’t really matter to me
Son (dramatic): To me!
Daughter: What are you guys talking about?