My Mom

My dad told us the funniest story about my mom today. He pointed out that you have to read between the lines a bit to understand her sometimes.

My uncle had a baby this week. (Yep, that makes my youngest first cousin 32 years younger than me.)

My mom ran to the backyard and shouted to my dad, who was painting a truck in the garage:

"The baby came home. It's leaking. He doesn't know what to do."

My dad suggested that if the baby was leaking, perhaps the best course of action was to send it back to the hospital. I took a more practical approach and suggested a diaper. ;)

Apparently, the baby did in fact come home, to a house that had sprung a leak in one of the pipes, and my uncle didn't know how to fix the leaky pipe.

:)

Etcetera.