Me: Aren't you meeting your beau-to-be tonight?

The Roommate: No. He emailed me. He's sick. Whatever.

Me: Well, that gives you more time to rehearse your Julia Roberts Notting
Hill Speech. "I'm just a girl, standing in front of a boy, asking him to
@#$% her."

The Roommate: I think his canceling is divine intervention. Maybe it's
not meant to be.

Me: Maybe his kid pulled a Delia.

For the uninitiated: Delia is a character on Everwood. She is the nine year old
daughter of the widowed main character. Recently, she threw a hissy-fit
(even resorting to saying "the s word"!) in protest of her daddy's
friendship with a lady doctor. At the end of the episode, she apologized for her
brattiness but told her daddy dear he can date anyone he wants but never never
the lady doc.

Now I am totally embarrassed that not only have I publicly admitted I actually watch Everwood,
but have also used it in a pop culture vernacular way.

The Roommate: Maybe, but I think that would be over his head. The kid is just
5.

Me: Children grow up a lot faster today. When we were 5 we were playing
with Lincoln Logs and making mud pies. This kid can probably download The
Wiggles and Hilary Duff on his MP3 while building his own website entirely in
CSS that validates in XHTML.