Saturday night Ben and I went to my uncle’s house for a family dinner. Since it was a birthday dinner I knew there’d be cake, so we actually arrived on time. The things the Nielson kids do for cake is ridiculous.
My uncle overheard Ben and I trying to figure out a time to go buy a scooter helmet.
Uncle: “You’re not riding with a helmet, Sarah?”
Me: “Not yet, but I’m driving really, really slow if that counts for anything.”
Uncle: “If you were my daughter I’d divorce you right now.”
Me: “You can divorce me all you want, but I would still show up for dinner. You cannot get rid of me. My dad’s been trying for over thirty years without any success.”
Everyone looks over to my dad and he nods in agreement, “You can’t get rid of this one, she’s here to stay.” The sparkle in his eyes told me he was happy I wasn’t going anywhere.