I love my parents
Oh jesus, my parents are so psychotic. My mom's birthday is tomorrow, and she keeps referring to today as "birthday eve" and insisting that if she hangs cake pans over the fireplace the birthday fairy will come and fill them with cake.
And then THIS happened:
Dad: *Sidles SECRETIVELY into my room* LOOK LOOK WHAT I GOT MOM FOR HER BIRTHDAY!!!
Me: Is she going to hate it?
Dad: NO! IT'S A SPOON REST!!! *produces large glass frog with a hollow area in its back*
Me: ...She is going to hate it.
Dad: NO!
Me: A little.
Dad: ITS A SPOON REST!!!
Me: ...A spoon rest?
Dad: You rest your spoon in it.
Me: It looks like an ashtray.
Dad: IT IS A SPOON REST.
Me: How do you know??
Dad: I DECIDED IT IS. IT MIGHT HAVE BEEN AN ASHTRAY ONCE BUT NOT ANYMORE.
Me: ...Gross.
Dad: *Leaves* *Comes back a few minutes later VERY QUIETLY, stands next to me* ...Spoons don't rest on it very well. :(
Me: *Headdesk*
And then THIS happened:
Dad: *Sidles SECRETIVELY into my room* LOOK LOOK WHAT I GOT MOM FOR HER BIRTHDAY!!!
Me: Is she going to hate it?
Dad: NO! IT'S A SPOON REST!!! *produces large glass frog with a hollow area in its back*
Me: ...She is going to hate it.
Dad: NO!
Me: A little.
Dad: ITS A SPOON REST!!!
Me: ...A spoon rest?
Dad: You rest your spoon in it.
Me: It looks like an ashtray.
Dad: IT IS A SPOON REST.
Me: How do you know??
Dad: I DECIDED IT IS. IT MIGHT HAVE BEEN AN ASHTRAY ONCE BUT NOT ANYMORE.
Me: ...Gross.
Dad: *Leaves* *Comes back a few minutes later VERY QUIETLY, stands next to me* ...Spoons don't rest on it very well. :(
Me: *Headdesk*