Day 3 of my dad's week off. So far he'd tightened every screw on every kitchen cabinet, rewired all of our lamps and added another layer of isolation to the attic. In short, he was laying siege to my mon's domain.
- Honey, it's just a little crack.
- Nah, it's falling apart. Where's my glue?
'Course, after years of experience, mom had learned to play dad like a matador dealing with a bull.
- Honey, do you want this last piece of bacon?
Ole, mom!
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