Remember the Mom Song that everyone linked to awhile back? One of the best lines in it is when she sings, "It must be your father's DNA." I think it's my mother's favorite part.
My mom likes to begin sentences with, "Your father...." Like I had a choice in the matter! Jeez.
Not to change the subject, but have you heard me whining about my ears? No? How did you escape?! My family would love to know!
I have been having trouble with my ears. I am on my third, yes, I said third ear infection this year. (My second childhood is evidently upon me.) I have two weeks of antibiotics left, and if they don't work it's off to the E.N.T. for me.
Tubes were mentioned.
I'm thirty-eight years old and possibly about to get tubes for the first time in my life.
That should rate at least a sucker and a Winnie-the-Pooh sticker.
So, I called my mom to tell her. "Well," she said, "Aunt S. had to get tubes in her ears recently."
Aunt S. is my father's sister.
Mom was right! It is all because of my father's DNA.
I don't know why I ever doubt her.