A Typical Conversation With Dad.

This post has nothing to do with art, basketry or canine antics. If you know me well, then you know that my family is a little uproarious. Well, maybe a little crazy and a lot uproarious. Eric is an only child and family gatherings on his side are very quiet (at least when you compare it to my family gatherings).

Anyway, I often told Eric about how my mother likes to throw things out. I have a long (very long) list of stuff she has tossed out or given away, like my prom dresses, a bike, several rugs, etc. However, I do not want to get into that. But, Eric never believed this. He always thought I was simply whining because I’m spoiled. So I will try and share with you the conversation I had with my father and how Eric discovered that this habit of my mom’s is for real.

My father calls me from their freind’s home in Florida (Hil and Phil) and my mother is in the background as well. My father loves having conversations with people on the phone and with people in the room at the same time. (He finds this entertaining. Everyone else finds it annoying.)

Me: Dad, ask mom if I left a brush there.
Dad: (in a loud voice) Joan! Did Lynne leave a brush at the house?
Mom: (faintly heard in the distance) Yes. I threw it out.
Dad: She threw it out.
Me: What?! That’s Eric’s favorite brush!
Dad: (laughing and speaking in a loud voice) Joan, you threw out Eric’s brush! (I hear their friends laughing in the background as well).
Mom: That’s not Eric’s brush. That was Lynne’s brush.
Me: No. Tell her that was Eric’s brush that she threw out!
Dad: Joan, that is Eric’s brush!
Me: And tell her it was his Favorite.
Dad: (extra loud) That’s his favorite Joan!
Mom: Are you sure?
Dad: He has long hair for crying out loud. He’s a guy. He’s not going to use one of those cheap plastic combs. He uses a brush!
(While my dad is loudly repeating this to everyone in the room, I have the phone slightly away from my ear, and saying under my breath “oh my gosh… help me”)
Me: Tell mom that Eric is going to be really upset because that is his favorite brush.
Eric: (running up the stairs) Did I hear that someone threw out my brush?
Me: Yes. My mother threw out your brush.
Dad: (laughing his typical, find-him-in-a-large-crowd-of-people, boisterous laugh)
Eric: What?
Dad: Uh oh Joan, Eric knows you threw out his brush. (more laughter heard in the background).
Eric: Before we left for the airport, she told me that if we leave anything she will throw it out. I thought she was kidding!
Me: Welcome to my life Eric.
Dad: (still laughing) I’ll talk to you later!

So now Eric finally believes me!

Disclaimer: As with all daughters, some recollections, memories and use of images to describe their mom’s behavior may be exaggerated.

Image links in case others need to replace like items:
Peacock Embroidered Prom Dress
Deluxe CruiserBike
Hair Brush

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