Coraline: I almost fell down a well yesterday, mom.

‍mom: uh-huh.

Coraline: I would've died.

Mom: that's nice.

Coraline: hmm. so, can l go out? l think it's perfect weather for gardening.

Mom: no, coraline. rain makes mud. mud makes a mess.

Coraline: but, mom, l want stuff growing when my friends come to visit. lsn't that why me moved here?

Mom: something like that, but then we had the accident.

Coraline: lt wasn't my fault you hit that truck.

Mom:l never said it was.

Coraline:l can't believe it. you and dad get paid to write about plants, and you hate dirt.

Mom: coraline, l don't have time for you right now, and you still have unpacking to do. lots of unpacking.

Coraline: that sounds exciting!