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my parents' room is the only place in the house that is uncluttered and uncontaminated by paint fumes and i've been hanging out here a lot. this morning i came in and my dad was kneeling by the bed probably trying to plug something into an outlet, and i jokingly asked him if he was praying (my parents are catholics but awful ones) and he said that he was and i should join him. so i knelt down on the other side of the bed and we put our hands together, and then he spewed out this crazy thing that was a composite of all the prayers we know, but adjusting it so that it addressed the wonton soup that mimi and i were about to have for breakfast. then he solemnly intoned, 'amen. now you may eat,' and i crossed myself and left the room and he went back to whatever it was he was doing.