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    United We Fall

    | Lincoln City, OR, USA | Siblings

    (My mom, brother, and I are playing a board game. My brother reads me a question…)

    Brother: “What nation buys the most US exports?”

    Me: “United Nations!!”

    (Not my proudest moment. The answer was Japan.)

    Sorry Seems To Be The Hardest Word

    | Singapore | Parents & Guardians, Sons & Daughters

    (My family is on vacation. I am 12 years old and I throw a tantrum so my dad makes me apologize.)

    Dad: “Hey! Say sorry.”

    Me: “Ma’af.”

    Dad: “What? Say sorry.”

    Me: “I did!”

    Dad: “No, you didn’t. Now say sorry.”

    Me: “Dui Bu Qi.”

    Mom: “Stop being naughty and say sorry.”

    Me: “I did! Twice!”

    Dad: “I don’t know what you said but that wasn’t sorry.”

    Me: “I said it in Malay and Chinese. Many people speak that here in Singapore.”

    Mom: “English is spoken here, too.”

    Dad: “Stop trying to be smart.”

    Me: “Fine. Sorry.”

    The Starch Truth

    | Pocano Mountains, PA, USA | Parents & Guardians, Siblings

    (We’re on vacation one summer with our mom, who is a professional chef and therefore takes cooking seriously. The hotel room comes with a full kitchen, so we’re deciding what to make for dinner.)

    Me: “Okay, so I’m making chicken fettuccine. What should I make to go with that?”

    Sister: “I want a baked potato!”

    Me: “Ooh, that sounds good! All right, so I’m making chicken fettuccine with baked potatoes.”

    Mom: “You can’t do that! They’re both starches!”

    Me: “So?”

    Mom: “So you can’t have two starches together in a meal!”

    Sister: “But I want a baked potato…”

    Me: “Yeah, mom. I don’t think anyone cares up here if we eat two starches.”

    Mom: “But you can’t have two starches! You have to have something else, like a vegetable!”

    Me: “Mom, I really don’t think the culinary police are going to drive all the way up to the mountains to fine us for having two starches with our meal. We’re on vacation, so I say if [Sister] and I want baked potatoes with our pasta, then d*** it, we’re going to have baked potatoes with our pasta!”

    (In the end she relented. Because my sister and I are jerks, we decided to also add French fries as a side just to annoy her. Our youngest sister left a ‘ticket’ on my mom’s pillow for having more than one starch at dinner, signed ‘The Culinary Police.’)

    Mind Is Hooked To The Gutter

    | Las Vegas, NV, USA | Parents & Guardians

    (My mom and I are checking out of a hotel in Las Vegas at about 4:00 in the morning to catch an early flight. My mom can be a little innocent and oblivious at times. A woman wearing high heels and little else comes in with a man, asking about hourly rates.)

    Mom: *looking at the couple* “They must not be very tired.”

    Me: “… Mom, really?”

    Mom: “What? If they’re asking about hourly rates, they must not be planning on sleeping long.”

    Me: “They didn’t come here to sleep.”

    Mom: “…”

    Me: “…”

    Mom: “Oh!” *turning red* “Oh… Well, how was I supposed to know that? My mind doesn’t automatically jump to scenarios like that. I don’t know why yours does.”

    Me: “Because it was ridiculously obvious?”

    Only Knew Half The Snorey Story

    | Jordan | Parents & Guardians

    (I’m rooming with my mum while on holiday with my family as she had wanted some peace and quiet away from my dad’s snoring.)

    Mum: “I’m going to shower, since you take ages, and after that I’m going to sleep.”

    Me: “Okay, go ahead.”

    (After my shower, I enter the room…)

    Mum: *mumbling*

    Me: “Ma? I thought you said you were going to sleep? Why are you still up?”

    Mum: *silent*

    (I walk over to see that my mum was asleep. She suddenly breaks out singing a few lines!)

    Me: “…”

    Mum: “Shh!” *suddenly starts singing again* “Shhh! Shhhhhhhh!”

    (The next day, at breakfast, I confront my dad.)

    Me: “Ma started mumbling and singing in her sleep last night!”

    Dad: “Yeah, she sleep talks.”

    Me: *to Mum* “You mean you wanted to get away from Dad’s snoring even though you yourself talk the whole night?”

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