Yesterday while racing through the morning routine in order to get out of the house on time, this conversation took place in the kitchen:
Gloria: "Mom, will you trade me sweat shirts?" (we were both wearing hoodies that belonged to Gloria)
Me: (very seriously) "No, that would mess up my hair!"
Gloria: (very understandingly) "Oh, OK."
Zach: (dryly, from the living room): "Now that's a conversation that Dad and I would never have."
Maybe you had to be there but I'm still laughing about that one. . .
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