Script of dialogue from an event that just took place

Scene starts with a strange series of thumps and thuds coming from upstairs. Having just seen "Paranormal Activity", the mother's mind immediately goes to visions of evil mists rearranging the sock and underwear drawer. She shudders. The noises grow louder, but then are mingled with the sound of something far more malicious and wicked than anything the underworld has to offer: a three-year-old-boy. The mother rolls her eyes and, having dealt with the 36 inch offender already twice that night, she calls her husband.

Mom: Jeff...it is so your turn to deal with "it".

The father heads upstairs, an unintelligible conversation between father and evil-midget son takes place, both parties appear at the top of the stair.

Dad: Tell your mom what you were doing.
Bad Seed: Um, anyfing?
Dad: No, you weren't doing "nothing". Tell her what you were doing in your room, just now.
Bad Seed: Um, I fink I was sweeping in duh cwoset.
Mom: And why were you sleeping in the closet?
Bad Seed: Because I don't wanna sweep in my bed.
Mom: And why don't you want to sleep in your bed?
Bad Seed: Because I'm 'onna bwow outta my bed.
Mom: So let me get this straight. You are sleeping in the closet because you think you're going to blow out of your bed, right?
Bad Seed: Yup.
[The father feels a laugh coming on, but the daggers from the eyes of his wife quickly supress them.]
Dad: Let me ask you a question. Exactly how many times have you ever, "blown out of your bed"?
[Bad Seed pauses and recalls gales of bedtimes past]
Bad Seed: Fwee.
[The mother feels a laugh coming on, but can't shoot herself the same icy glare she bestowed upon her husband, so she turns and burries her snorts and laughs into her shoulder.]

End scene.