This is a funny story:

I was sitting at my kitchen island one night last week watching Jeopardy and eating dinner with my 21-year-old son when a commercial came on for the new Diane Keaton movie called “And So It Goes.”

Son (putting down pizza bagel, annoyed): What is with this woman?

Me (looking up from salad): Who? Diane Keaton? I love her. She’s, like, who I want to be. (“Something’s Gotta Give” happens to be my all-time favorite movie because who doesn’t want to live in that beach house and write a successful musical that throws the guy that broke your heart under the bus while getting it on with a much-younger fellow with a trip to Paris on the side?)

Son (picking bagel back up): She’s so annoying. She’s always playing some woman who finds love late in life.

Son (stopping mid-bite to look at me): Wait a minute.