I occasionally tell the story about my first word. It was "dada"...and it came out one evening after my dad got home from work. I was babbling, "dadadadadada" over and over, and he didn't notice. And I tell this story because I think it pretty much sums up my relationship with my dad.
Now, to use the same thing on the other parent...one night after a family meal (must have been a holiday dinner), my brother, sister, and I were all doing dishes and cleaning up the kitchen. My brother made some ridiculous statement (like he does), and I said, "I may have been born at night, but not last night, baby."
My mother overheard this and said, "You weren't born at night. You were born in the afternoon."
And that sums up my relationship with my mom. She doesn't get me.
Posted by Jenelle at February 12, 2008 06:11 PM | TrackBack