With my parents in Brazil, Stuart and I are going to borrow dad’s truck and head to the Catskills for a week at the end of September. Witness:

Me: Dad, are there any steaks, perchance, in the freezer?
Dad (high pitched voice): OHHHHHHHHH! Ahhhhhhhhh, you want my steaks, huh?
Me: Well, you’ve got a steak guy! I don’t have a steak guy! And there’s a grill at the cottage.
Dad: Hmmmm, ohhh, suuuuuure. Mmm-hmmm, taking my steaks, sheeeesh.
Mom (in the background): There’s feijao in the freezer for you, take that too.
Dad: Mi casa es su casa, huh? Mi comida es su comida?
Mom (in the background again): Tell her she can take whatever the heck she wants from the house!
Dad: Yeah, just leave the house ITSELF there, so when we get home we can find it.

Man, I love my parents.

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