Scenes from the Estate: Malawi Envy

While enjoying an aperitif this evening in the drawing room Mrs. Spacetropic and I had the following exchange:

Mrs. S: Have you heard the latest?
Mr. S: Pray tell, darling.
Mrs. S: Madonna. She’s hauled off and adopted an African baby!
Mr. S: Is that so?
Mrs. S: It’s quite the latest thing to do.
Mr. S: How does one go about doing it?
Mrs. S: From what I understand it involves putting several million dollars in the hands of the people in charge of Africa.
Mr. S: Well then, shall I call Mr. Peckington? He’d be happy to draw down funds from the offshore accounts. We’ll have a plump, healthy African baby in time for you to brag at the next sodality meeting.
Mrs. S: Oh – that’s very thoughtful of you poopsie, but don’t we have enough headaches with our own children?
Mr. S: Quite right, quite right.
Mrs. S: Which reminds me – where are the beastly creatures?
Mr. S: I seem to recall seeing them behind the guesthouse, singing whimsical songs and disemboweling toads.
Mrs. S: Oh, damn all. For what good reason are we paying our team of nannies?
Mr. S. (Mutters and stirs his gimlet.)

Tune in to the next episode of "Scenes from the Estate" when Mrs. S. drains an entire box of wine at the GOP dinner and reveals an embarassing secret about Mr. S!