Sometimes I wonder at my role in my parent-child relationship. Here are a few things that my parents did today:
1. My dad spray painted a basket on the drive way right next to my sister's car. He saw no problem in the fact that it was windy either.
2. My mom came home from the old house, her car filled with uprooted plants and shrubbery. I'm not sure why no one pulled her over. It looked like she just dug up the rosemary bush and then shoved it into her sedan. While digging through the trunk, plucking irises out, my dad stuck himself on a thorny bush, and my mom pointed and laughed at him.
The car is truly dirty now, earth dirt. Dirt's all over the upholstery. Dirt's sprinkled in the trunk. This is why we can't have nice things.
3. My dad called me outside today, and thinking that this was an emergency from the sound of his tone, I ran out. He stood above a small scorpion meandering across our driveway, and he pointed at it with delight before stepping on it in front of me, like he needed an audience.
4. While watching The Ten Commandments on television today, my parents argued over the type of bread Moses ate with Jethro in the dessert. Bagels? It had to be bagels. They called me in when the argument got heated to settle the score.
5. Ten minutes after the discussion over the un-leven like bread on screen, my dad wanders into the kitchen to find his own bagels. When his quest comes up short, he leaves the fridge door open and goes back to the living room to finish watching Moses on his adventures.