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Home Life: Eating Stuff
May 30th, 2008 by witherow
Family affects us all deeply. The kinds of conversations we have at home reflect the nuances of our upbringing and of the way we think. After all, blood is thicker than water. (Actually, I have never understood that phrase, but it seemed like the best cliche to use at the moment.)
So tonight I went home to my family’s house, and this is the conversation that transpired:
First of all, Heidi had half a sandwich left over from Denny’s. Molly came home from work and ate it, saying it was regular protocol since Heidi never eats her leftovers.
BECKY: (Running up the stairs): Heidi! Heidi! Go beat Molly up because she ate your sandwich!
HEIDI: I didn’t want my sandwich.
BECKY: Go beat her up! She ate it!
HEIDI: I said she could.
BECKY: No, beat her up!
Molly walks into the room.
HEIDI (suddenly and inexplicably hostile toward Molly): You ate my sandwich!
A few moments later, I heard this conversation as well:
BECKY: Hey, Molly, eat that candle.
MOLLY: No.
BECKY: Carol at the Y said it was edible.
MOLLY: Carol at the Y says a lot of things. No, I won’t eat it.
BECKY: I’ll give you a quarter.
MOLLY: I will if you give me twenty dollars.
BECKY: A quarter. It’s the least you can do after eating Heidi’s sandwich!
So if any of you are wondering why I’m so messed up, this might explain a lot.
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