Fights That My Parents Have

So, I went home to my parents’ farm for the Labor Day weekend. It was actually really nice – as one might guess, being away from home makes me appreciate it more. It’s nice having life slow down enough to take daily walks with my mother and our dogs and not worry about any of the stresses of life. At least for a weekend.

Of course, even my tranquil parents’ farm isn’t without its dramatic moments. This conversation is a pretty perfect example of how my parents’ arguments usually go:

Mother (to me): I guess you’re ready for supper?

Me: Yeah, I am.

Father (to my mother): Woo, you’re on a roll! Can you guess how many fingers are behind my back?

Mother: Um, no.

Father: Just guess! I want to know how much of a roll you’re on!

Mother: I don’t want to guess.

Father: Just guess!

Mother: I don’t want to guess, stop.

Father: Just guess!

Mother: Well, 10, you’ve got 10 fingers behind your back, they’re all behind your back.

Father: Oh, come on, that’s not a real guess.

Mother: I don’t want to guess! Why do you have to be so stupid?