Shaken, Not Stirred

I took advantage of the holiday “Bondathon” to introduce my boys to “Bond, James Bond” tonight. Spies, cool gadgets, great stunts, lots of explosions, what’s not to like? But following one of the kiss-the-girl and fade-to-black scenes, it reopens with 007 and the dame-du-jour chatting in bed.

So Doug asks, “Why are they sleeping together?”

I answer authoritatively, “Ummmmm…”

And he jumps back in, “I suppose it would be less expensive than paying for two rooms.”

“Yeah,” I agree, “That could be it.” Meanwhile, his older brother is just shaking his head.