Today, Becca asked me if she could change the DVD to watch something else. Star Trek-TNG, as it turns out, a particular point of pride on which I will almost certainly elaborate at some point in another post.
I was a bit too slow to respond, so she slipped into a facetious supplicant mode, pretending I was a king.
“Please, may I watch Star Trek, your Royal Minus?”
An honest mistake, right? Yeah, sure it was.