I sat there with my wife, In that office, cocooned in vomit colored paintings. I remember that part because Sharon had to pinch me in the side to halt my comments on "Modern Art". Sharon is my wife, if you haven't guessed, and the only person who could ever get away with a pinch like that.

As I struggled not to show my agony, Sharon shifted in her seat and said to the teacher: "I'm sorry Ms. Buzzkill, we hurried here as fast as we could but-"

The heavy-set woman sitting behind her desk adjusted her glasses and said: "Tardiness is tardiness, no matter what excuses are made. And it is pronounced Buzzkille" She then sat straighter, attempting to convey her authority...and failing.

"And I expected nothing less, given Connor's behavior". Said Buzzkille, as she retrieved some papers from the copious stacks atop her desk

Sharon and I exchanged a glance. And being married and knowing each other for as long as we did, I realized that my thought of: "Whoa, what a bitch." Was the same thought in my wife's mind as well.

"This is what Connor drew during Art Class." Ms. Buzzkille produced a very detailed drawing of a wife and husband back to back. The wife was injured, while the husband's eyes were desperate. They held guns, which they emptied into unseen enemies.

But what truly got my attention was who the figures were. Honey." I asked Sharon while pointing at the panicking illustrations: "Doesn't this look like Leonardo Decaprio and-

"-Marion Cotillard!" Said my wife in a raised voice. "That's right, we watched that Nolan movie two nights ago." Sharon turned towards Buzzkille with disgust anger on her face. "This is just a drawing about an action movie. Why the hell do you need us here?"

Buzzkille adjusted her glasses and said: "It's not only that, your child said that he saw this family in the mirror you bought."

"The mirror is across from the TV...." My dear wife's expression turned to annoyance. And rightly so, considering what we were in the middle of when we got the call...

But to restore peace, and to return to our fun, I said: "I think this has all been a misunderstanding. IT's just a child's drawing of action heroes."

"I'm afraid it's not as simple as that." Said an erudite voice.

And as we turned to see none other than Christopher Nolan himself, the fearless auteur told us: "You see, Connor saw the reality within the reflection of my artistic vision. Which is in turn just a dream of the collaborative ideals shared between all artists. Which of course is but a mutual dream born from the unified imaginations of all people. As for where that comes from-"

And so, Mr. Nolan talked on and on about the depth of his vision. And Sharon and I exchanged yet another glance...hating that damned movie, and all the suffering it had brought and was bringing to us now.