My son takes a break from doing some video editing on the computer, trudges downstairs and into the kitchen, where his mom is cleaning the floor.
“Can you make me some Easy Mac?” he asks.
“I’m cleaning, honey,” she says. “Can you make your own Easy Mac?”
“Bah!” he says, trudging back upstairs. “Does Steven Spielberg have to make his own Easy Mac? Does George Lucas have to make his own Easy Mac? Does M. Night Shyamalan . . .”