"children learn to smile from their parents." --shinichi suzuki

so this morning, i was sitting on the floor, working, and dad was sitting at the table. someone called him, and asked for bert. after informing the person they had the wrong number and then hanging up, dad said,

bert. psh. i should call back and ask for ernie.

then, after lunch, he was making fun of me because i was so cold! i had to go fight him for the blanket he wouldn't give me. when i finally got it from him and had started to sit down, he told me this story:

there once lived this old indian that had a really great memory.
the devil wanted to prove that he could make the indian forget.
so he went up to the indian and said "you like eggs?"
the indian said "yeah."
the devil left. he came back 15 years later and said "how." [said indian style]
the indian said

scrambled.

in case you're wondering what that story had to do with anything we've done in our lives ever, it doesn't. that's just how my dad rolls i guess...