The end of a very, very long day...

Let me set the scene for you. 9:30 at night. Three very tired children, including a toddler with slight fever and a bad attitude, have been drug from store to store to look at boring furniture and televisions displays...

I finally succeed in herding them all toward their father without dumping every DVD off of every shelf in between. Brian is standing in front of the wall of televisions, all of which are playing Titanic, and talking to a salesman. Since we are in the process of shopping for a new television this seemed perfectly normal until I walked up to hear the salesman say, "...because the captain of the Titanic was actually a tugboat captain.  And tugboat wheels are mounted the opposite of other boats, so when he saw the iceberg and panicked, he acted out of instinct, and so they think that he actually steered it into the iceberg by mistake..."  I turned and walked away before I could say something I would regret.