today my dad, my mom, and i decided to sit down and have a nice family meal. of course the family meal consisted of kentucky fried chicken (we need to go grocery shopping. no joke) and we were all clogging up are arteries, but it was still nice to sit down and eat together. we had an interesting conversation and i will translate it all for your viewing pleasure:
mom: "yohboh, this week is pastor parks birthday."
dad: "oh really? that's nice"
me: "how old is he going to be?"
mom: "the same age as me."
me: "... umm 54?"
mom: "yes."
dad: "huh i thought pastor park was a lot younger"
mom: -.- "he is young"
me: "hehehehehe"
dad: "sorayah, your turing 15 or 16 this year right?"
me: "appa... i'm already 16."
dad: "so you're turning 17???"
me: -.- "yeah"
dad: "jeesus"
me and mom: -.-
dad: (mumbling to himself) "sora...17. jungah...21. aery...27....)
mom: "yohboh. don't forget to buy ramen tomorrow"
me: "and tortilla chips. we have a lot of salsa but no tortilla chips"
dad: "okay. ramen and potato chips."
me: "no appa. TORTILLA chips"
dad: "okay" scribbling down the grocery list "sorayah? you wanted potato chips right?"
me: "NO appa i want TORTILLA chips please"
dad: "okay."
that was the end of our conversation and i have this strange feeling that i'm going to come home after class tomorrow and see the cabinet full of potato chips.
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