Family traits

We can get insulted. My father and me. It runs in our family.

Anyway, this happened today:

– my mother starts making dinner

– my father bursts into kitchen and doesn’t close the door. He gets scolded by my mother.

– he acts like he was hurt and starts messing up dinner

– my mother throws my father out of the kitchen.

– he yells from the hall how insulted he is and goes to their room (slams the door).

– the phone rings. I call my father to answer because it’s most likely for him or mother, and he just yells: “I’m insulted!”

– then I got insulted.

oh. Wait. This sounded much finnier in my head. Ah, well. DKDC (Don’t know, don’t care).

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