“Okay, so this stroller seat can spin 360 degrees. What’s our angle?”

“Things that spin!”

“Great, things that spin. What spins?”

“Dreidels!”

“Tilt-O-Whirls!”

“Helicopters!”

“What? Helicopters don’t spin.”

“Well…the top thingie does. You know, the top part, *motioning* It spins around like, ‘WHOOSH WHOOSH WHOOSH WHOOSH.” 

“Okay, helicopters. Can we get a helicopter?”

“Uh…sure. I think Dave has one.”

“Great, we’ll borrow Dave’s helicopter. What else?”

“The mom should be wearing an ill-fitting polyester jumpsuit!”

“Okay…but as long as the jumpsuit is simultaneously way too tight but also loose and sloppy, like stretched-out disco pajamas.” 

“We can do that.”

“Great! So we’ll have Dave’s chopper, sexy-pilot-disco-jammies, and the stroller. Where will we shoot?”

“It’ll have to be at Dave’s parents’ house.”

*Looking confused*

“Because that’s where he keeps the chopper.”

“You don’t think that’ll look weird in the background?

“Not any weirder than the rest of it.”

“Great. Let’s do it. Oh, and make sure the baby is like, ‘WTF.”