Me, looking at our overripe bananas: You know what we need? A banana…
Me: Of course not. That would be silly. What use would a time machine for bananas be? You’d be crossing your own time stream every time you wanted oatmeal. It’s no good.
…I was going to say stasis.
Mom: Because that’s not ridiculous at all.
Me: You shut your unbelieving mouth.