Merry Christmas, y'alls. During a particularly brisk Christmas eve service tonight, I flipped through my notebook in the midst of the usual pageant mishaps (accidental solos by adorable children, broken heater, random Napoleon quotes during a performance) and found this gem from the fall:
(We were en route to church in Taiwan. Father was telling Mother to ride with Aunt, while the rest of us would ride with Uncle)
Father: You two should ride together. That way you guys can talk and catch up.
Mother: And what will we talk about?
Father: You know, hair and whatnot.
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