Conversation between me and Victor:
me: Victor, get in here! The cats are Von Trapping.
me: Quick. The cats are Von Trapping on the staircase.
Victor: The cats have gone crapping on the staircase?
me: What? No. That’s not even grammatically correct. They’re Von Trapping.
Victor : “Von Trapping” is not a verb.
Victor: Never saw it.
me: Really? I rather liked the first half, but the last half was a bit dark. Surprising amount of Nazis for a musical. The first half is all whiskers-on-kittens and spinning on mountains in twirly dresses, and then suddenly? NAZIS. It’s like the first director died during the intermission and Stanley Kubrik had to take over.
Victor: So. Did you actually need me for something? Because I have work to do.
me: No, I just wanted to show you the Von Trapping. Von Trapping is the new owling.
me: Pretending to be an owl. And owling was the new planking.
Victor: Which is…pretending to be…?
me: A plank. Yes. Also, it’s weird that you don’t know this stuff.
Victor: Yeah. That’s the weird thing about this conversation.