My family is insane, maybe even clinically diagnosable. We’re all together at the beach, and yesterday was filled with conversations about bowel movements and the foulest language we could get away with while my parents were there. My mom finds it amusing to a point, but you can see the woman who raised us start shaking her head and thinking “WHERE DID IT ALL GO WRONG?” This is the mother who had us sit down and politely eat dinner each night as a family, who beat manners into us, and who know sees us voluntarily give up that knowledge for the pure joy of crass language. Not only that, we’re teaching OUR CHILDREN TO DO THE SAME THING!
Alcohol is freely flowing throughout the day (our family ranges from borderline alcoholics to tee totalers like my mother and husband), and the night eventually disintegrates into debauchery. The kind that includes lasers that work for several thousand feet and little girls.Cute little innocent girls who do not have the mental strength to resist our manipulations. We stick them in front of the tv and scream at them. “ROUGH AND TOUGH READY OK” And for the rest of the night, they are more than ready to do the corresponding shouts and movements while we cheer with them.
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