I <3 my family SO HARD
So my father wrote me yesterday a very brief email. It said:
"Paleo Diet.
What do you think?
love, Dad"
Seriously, that was the whole email. So I sent him a long email back about the pros & cons etc, and we've been dialoguing about this over email for the past day. I just got off the phone with my sister who gave me some context on where this question originated, and I am *still* trying to catch my breath from laughing. Apparently a few days ago, my dad told J that his doctor recommended he look into the paleo diet to help control his diabetes. He started asking her a million questions about it. Her broken record response to him was, "Why don't you call B? I bet B knows all about this. Hey, your daughter B is a nutritionist and she talks about this stuff all the time. You know who would totally know the answer to that question? B." etc. J also told me that later in the conversation she was talking to my mother, while my dad shouted in the background, "The diet says I can eat reindeer!! I wanna eat reindeer!" mom: "We're having chicken for dinner!" dad: "I don't want chicken! I want reindeer!" mom: "Shuddup we're having chicken for dinner!!" dad: "I hate chicken! I only want reindeer!" and then made a whole bunch of caveman noises in her general direction.
*gasp wheeze* omg my family my family. I love my family.
I have promised my sister that we will only refer to this diet as "Daddy's Ooga Booga Caveman Diet". I'm already looking into mail order exotic meats for father's day.
"Paleo Diet.
What do you think?
love, Dad"
Seriously, that was the whole email. So I sent him a long email back about the pros & cons etc, and we've been dialoguing about this over email for the past day. I just got off the phone with my sister who gave me some context on where this question originated, and I am *still* trying to catch my breath from laughing. Apparently a few days ago, my dad told J that his doctor recommended he look into the paleo diet to help control his diabetes. He started asking her a million questions about it. Her broken record response to him was, "Why don't you call B? I bet B knows all about this. Hey, your daughter B is a nutritionist and she talks about this stuff all the time. You know who would totally know the answer to that question? B." etc. J also told me that later in the conversation she was talking to my mother, while my dad shouted in the background, "The diet says I can eat reindeer!! I wanna eat reindeer!" mom: "We're having chicken for dinner!" dad: "I don't want chicken! I want reindeer!" mom: "Shuddup we're having chicken for dinner!!" dad: "I hate chicken! I only want reindeer!" and then made a whole bunch of caveman noises in her general direction.
*gasp wheeze* omg my family my family. I love my family.
I have promised my sister that we will only refer to this diet as "Daddy's Ooga Booga Caveman Diet". I'm already looking into mail order exotic meats for father's day.