Growing up

I'm glad that as I get older I realize my parents are hilarious. They didn't seem hilarious when I was getting into trouble for being a tattle tale or lying to them and getting caught (which, of course, I only did a few times). Thanks to my brother for wearing them down during the year and a half that he lived with them post-college, they are much more pleasant to be around and, quite often, very entertaining.

Just a few excerpts from tonight's card-playing extravaganza:

"Maybe you don't, but I think most people have a problem with crucifying their flesh."
~ Mom to Evan, talking about Maunday Thursday and why thinking of the death of Christ is actually sad, because it means death of self. Evan, forever the optimist, doesn't agree.

"I think we can take care of that with snap-shots."
~ Mom to Evan as he tried to explain the importance of commemorating this Spring Break trip to Arizona with a professional family photograph.

From a few nights ago, when my dad called me, offering to pay the cost of me driving to Mishawaka every day to work this summer:
"Dad, do you know how expensive gas is?"
"Do you know how much money I make?...I don't think you do."
End of Conversation.

I am blessed to have such a great family. We're all pretty funny, let's face it.

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