A decade (plus) has passed since my parents came to live with me and my husband and our three sons. Sometimes I laugh, or cry or pull my hair out, but it has not been boring. Even the most mundane days are enlivened by unprompted remarks and unintentional antics of my parents that I lovingly refer to as Elder Folktales.
Sunday, June 19, 2011
Happy Father's Day!
Last night after Pop went to bed, Mom and I got our cards together for Father's Day. Mom handed me her card and I put them on the kitchen table for Pop to open today. A few minutes later we heard shuffling in the kitchen. Our signal that Pop was awake. Sure enough he opened the cards. After another few minutes, Pop emerged from the kitchen, cards in hand. "Who's this card from? It isn't signed." He handed the card to me. On the front it said Happy Father's Day to My Wonderful Husband.
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