Overheard in the Family
As you know, most every Sunday is spent with my parents. My dad was in a silly mood all day.
At the Trader Joe's checkout:
Dad: Isn't that one of your bottles of wine?
GPG: I just paid, you can buy it.
Dad: But it's YOUR wine!
GPG: It's barely five dollars. You can buy me a five dollar bottle of wine.
Dad: *to the checkout girl* Don't ever have daughters.
Checkout Girl: I'm only 18! I'm not even thinking about kids.
Dad: When you do, don't have daughters.
GPG: Hey, you love me!
Dad: I do. Too much. That's why I'm telling her she shouldn't have daughters.
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At the dinner table, discussing the Mexican-style birthday party my mother insists on throwing for me next weekend (meaning a bbq in the park, with piñatas):
Mom: Your aunt is bringing this special meat.
GPG: What about the carne asada?! I want that!
Dad: Your mother is going to take care of that. She's going to season it.
GPG: As long as it's the same old carne asada we always have, then that's fine.
Dad: Wow, you're spoiled!
GPG: Hey, I didn't ask for this party. But if you're going to insist on doing it, then you're going to do it right!
Dad: You are so spoiled!
I am. But that's all his fault.
6 comments:
carnitas in the park. mmmmm. pick me up at LAX...i'll be there shortly.
I love your family because in their own special way they're as crazy as mine is.
JY: If you fly into Burbank, it'll be much more convenient.
P: You would have enjoyed dinner yesterday. My dad was definitely channeling your dad's craziness!
I feel the same way with my mom's potato salad.
Happy Birthday GPG!!
I remember those parties. Sweet sweet carne asada. I haven't had carne asade in... well, in a little under a year because my mom brought it to my birthday BBQ. Small world!
I remember Mexican-style BBQs. Becca's godparents used to throw em all the time.
`course, their kids were in elementary school, but hey. Julie's mom made us do easter egg hunts until a year or two back.
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