We take our seats in the crowded theater. "Favorite Shakespearian insult?" Carter asks.

"I don't know! You do?"

"Yep. Just say one that sounds like it could be Shakespearean." I look through my program. In the kids section, I see a page of do-it-yourself insults.

"Okay, um, Carter Smith is a greasy ill-breeding rabbit-sucker."

"Wow! Well, that was cold." I smile.

"Thank you. I'll be here all night. Now you."

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because you're too beautiful to say it to."

"Stop!"

"Stop what?"

"Stop being so dang cute," I say slapping his arm.

"So dang cute? Dang cute? Dang?" He bursts out laughing. The lights dim.

"Yes. Now be quiet."