A Mommy Madness Breakfast Moment

In the kitchen this morning, The PhD at the table. All I see is bowl, spoon, droopy eyes, a drop of milk on the chin. I make a bit of small talk and he looks at me as if I'm from Mars.

Me: Why are you looking at me like that?

The PhD: I'm trying to figure out if this is a dream.

Me: No, you're not dreaming. You're awake. Unless you want to get all existential about it.

The PhD: Huh?

Me: Shakespeare said all the world's a stage and we're just players. We could just be going about playing our parts right now.

The PhD: [Blink. Blink.]

Me: Do you want me to stop talking?

The PhD: [Blink.]

He wipes the milk from his chin.