In bed reading, before we turn off the light:
Me: Oh hey, guess what: Guillermo del Toro might direct The Hobbit.
The Queen: Oh.
M: Yeah, and they are going to break the novel up into two movies.
Q: [Returning her attention to her book] Mm.
M: Ah c’mon, I thought you’d be interested. You loved Pan’s Labyrinth.
Q: Yeah, but I hated The Hobbit.
M: You didn’t even read it!
Q: I tried to read the other books, but they were super long and boring. So why would I read The Hobbit?
M: Because it’s much simpler than the Lord of the Rings. It’s almost a kid’s book.
Q: But I hate fantasy.
Q: I hate fantasy. Of course I do. When have I ever said otherwise?
M: Every 20 minutes for the last eight years, in reference Harry Potter.
Q: The Harry Potter books were great.
M: You always do this. You always say you “hate” things that you like just fine. Like, remember the day you told me you hated jazz, and I pointed out that you like Louie Armstrong and Elle Fitzgerald and Nat King Cole and Billie Holiday and Miles Davis?
Q: Well, I just like a little bit of everything.
M: “Liking a little bit of everything” is not the same as “hating everything.”
Q: Yes, but the advantage of saying “I hate everything” is that it usually stops people from yammering on about The Hobbit.