Mom doesn’t understand. I love her, but there’s a lot she doesn’t understand.
Like why black shoes are better than white shoes, why sometimes “stupid” is the only word that fits, why my older brother Matt is a bozo.
“Wow,” said Dad. “That’s a lot of rules! Does she write them all up on the board, or do you have to memorize them?”
Sometimes when my dad’s being funny, it isn’t funny.