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conversation at the end of our dinner at the country club.
Dad (to the waiter): can we have a look at the dessert menu?
*waiter handed out the menus*
Dad: I'll just have the ice mocha.
Me: I'll have a banana split please. thank you.
Waiter: Certainly.
Mom: I don't think I can handle anything ice-cold.
*waiter waiting patiently*
*dad checking e-mails on phone*
*me texting brother in Osaka*
Mom: I'll just have a double scoop chocolate ice-cream. thank you.
*dad looked up from his motorola*
*waiter stood quietly, not sure if he should pencil that order down*
*I started laughing hysterically*
I love my Mom.