Conversations with my Father

“So . . . how’s mom doing?”

“Not too bad.”

“How’s her arm?”

“Well, she’s in a lot of pain right now. She went to see an Acupuncturist and that helped a bit, although it was painful. She’s decided to stick with it for a while longer.”

My father, ladies and gentlemen.

Would that I had replied: “Well, you don’t have to be such a prick about it.”

Yeah, that’s the height of wit in my family — or, at least, the width of it.