My parents are a funny pair of people. No, really, I think that sometimes they are just super corny, but a lot of times they're pretty hilarious.
Tonight, my brother, little sisters, and I went with my dad to pick up some dinner. It was just one of those nights where no one was in the mood to cook, you know? Well on the way home, the twins were sightseeing, as they often do from their car seats, and they saw a construction area that consisted of a big ditch and lots of sand. The majority of the sand was your basic tan or brown, but there was this one patch of white sand, which Twin A dubbed "snow." Well my dad starts asking if it's "snew," and I was so focused on explaining (once again) that there's no snow in Florida, that I just kept hearing my dad saying this word over and over again, but I wasn't really focused on what he was saying. It became like this buzzing in my ear, like a little gnat. So finally I realized that he was still talking, and I fell right into his trap. I asked, "What's snew?" and he replied, "Nothing, what's snew with you?" Get it?! That kept him laughing for the next ten minutes until we got home.
My mom's funny in a different way. She doesn't tell cheesy jokes so much as she turns everyday situations into comedy. She loves making us kids laugh by being goofy and silly, playing around and being crazy. One day, I was taking the kids to school for my mom, and she followed us into the garage to say good-bye. I began to pull out, which I have to do extremely slowly since I'm still not used to having a garage, and my mom stood in front of the car with her hands out. From my sisters' seats, it looked like my mom was pushing the car out of the garage. They were hysterically laughing the whole way down the driveway.
For just about anything that you say, my mom can find a song to go with it, so she's always getting a giggle out of us (when it's not really annoying, that is). For example, our house has been very focused on baseball's postseason as we follow the Mets. My house has always been split: girls are Mets fans, boys are Yankees fans. But when it comes down to postseason, if only one of our teams have made it that far, we all root for that team. So for those of you who don't know the Mets or their players, we have an infielder named Lucas Duda (pronounced "Doo-dah"). Well every single time he gets up to bat, my mom has to sing a little song. You've probably heard it before; "Camptown ladies sing this song, doo-dah, doo-dah." It has become the official Duda theme song in our house, and for some reason it makes me laugh every single time my mom sings. it. She's also wondering why it's not his theme song at Citi Field, in case you wanted to know.
My parents can be crazy, embarrassing, and just plain weird sometimes, but they always make me laugh and I love them for it. To end on an equally great note, the Mets just won Game 3 against the Cubs, which means that we're only one win away from going to the World Series!! Yay Mets!
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