Sometimes You Have To Love Them
My mom was being her motherly self in the kitchen. My dad was being his fatherly self and watching television in our nearby living room. I was being the teenager that I am and on my way down the hall back to my bedroom. When I began walking down the hall, I spoke randomly as I usually do. The first thing that pops into my head, you know?
“Oooooh, who lives in a pineapple under the sea.”
The wave of silence continues over my family. I get nearly halfway down the hall when I hear my dad call with excitement,
“SPONGEBOB!”
He sounded like a little kid who’d just been proud of himself for answering a question he undoubtedly knew he got right.
Silence.
Then my mom and I burst into laughter at him.
These are the moments I have with my family that I enjoy most. The simplistic ones. I can’t help but love them.
