Me: I don't know, it tastes funky
Stepfather: Don't say that word at the dinner table!
Me: No, funky. Funky! Fun-ky. Like Funky Cold Medina
Stepfather: Funky coumadin? I've had some funky coumadin...
Mother: I think we need to start doing activities together. I've signed us up for a couple of classes.
Me: What kind of classes?
Mother: Garden Club and shooting practice at the Gun Club.
Me: Of course. That makes perfect sense.
Mother: Don't get smart with me. A pretty garden is just as important as learning to protect yourself.
My life would be absolutely boring without them...