Tuesday, December 9, 2008

Heredity

It is very clear to me where I get my dorky gene after reading my mother's response to yesterday's post:

Dad was more disturbed about you spending the night at Mr. W's house than witnessing all that.

But I assured him "Twas the Night Before Christmas, when all through the house, there was Melissa asleep on the couch."

Clever and cheesy go hand-in-hand in the Hetherington family...

8 comments:

The Coconut Diaries said...

It's always interesting to see ourselves as powerful career women with wine and food and sex; while our dad still see us in pigtails and standing on our toes to wrap our tiny hands around his neck, thinking he's the greatest man alive.

laura said...

yikes....your mom has outdone herself this time. :)

justrun said...

Wow, that's pretty good. Go mom.

brookem said...

ha!

varietyisthespice said...

That's awesome! HAHAHA. I tell my parents nothing. Ever.

Wow, that was awkward said...

I think you got way more than just one dorky gene.

Mel Heth said...

Coconut - I know! Anytime my sister and I talk about "grown up things" (dirty grown up things) my dad gets all flustered and mumbley.

Laura - Oh she lives for this stuff. You should've seen the note she put together for our family gift exchange strategy this year. I'll try to scan it and email it to you...

JustRun - She'll be thrilled to have a fan.

Brookem - :) Glad you find her amusing.

Variety - I tell my parents things for the shock value. It's too much fun watching them gasp.

Wow TWA - I know you are but what am I?

Robot Nine said...

Coconut- My 17 year old daughter and I can probably talk more than most kids and dads, but don't go making seem bad just because I will allow her to date at thirty. Alan