Mom: Well this is ridiculous. Move over you girls. Come on Dad, this baby needs food.
Dad: Honey, you’re the world’s best cook, but food doesn’t cure everything.
Mom: Never you mind, I think this calls for pizza!
Dad: Oh well…….. in THAT case…with anchovies!!
Mom: That’s better, now what's the problem, dear?
Laurel: Well, I’ve never been away from home before. I’ll be all alone in this box for days and days. I might get…. scared.
Dad: Baby, nothing to be afraid of. You’ll be wrapped in the finest bubble wrap we can find.
Dad: I’d go with you but I can’t stand going that long without a smoke. You don’t want me to burn you up, do you? Plastic makes one heck of a stink.
Laurel: That’s ok Dad, it will be good to get away from your smoke. :) I’ll miss you though.
Mom: Never mind your Father, Honey Bun. He’s just teasing. Here, eat this pizza up then have some pop-corn. I’m sure you’ll feel better.
Laurel thinks: Look at that guy, he even smokes in here.
Mom: Isn’t this lovely? A pizza party in a box. Sounds like a great slogan for a Pizza franchise.
Laurel: Thanks Mom, I’m going to miss you.
Dad: I’m going to miss you little girl. Who’s going to bring my slippers?
Laurel: Very funny Dad, you don’t have any slippers.
Dad: But if I did, I would.