“What’s that smell?” Mike asked his mother as he walked into the kitchen.
“Fantastic, isn’t it?” his mother said. “I’m cooking liver and onions for dinner.”
“Ew,” Mike said, “I’m not a fan of liver and onions. Will you please turn on the goddam exhaust fan over the stove to get that odor outta here?”
“Michael,” his mother said, “I don’t appreciate it when you use profanity around me.”
“Oh Ma, stop being such a fanatic about a little cursing,” Mike said. “You and dad curse at each other all the time when you’re having one of you frequent fights.”
“Married couples fight, Michael,” she said. “Grown ups don’t live in some fantasy world where no one ever fights. Stop being so infantile.”
“Infantile?” Mike said, laughing. “Where did you learn such a fancy word?”
Now it was his mother’s turn to laugh. “You better watch yourself, young man,” she said, “before I take you over my knee and spank you until your fanny turns bright red. Now be a dear boy, Michael, and bring your mother that bottle of Zinfandel over there.”
“Yes, mother,” Mike said.
Fandango has written this bit of silliness for Linda G. Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday, where we are tasked with using the word “fan” by itself or finding a word that starts or ends with it.