why my mom can’t take my dad anywhere

subtitled: clear evidence of genetics being involved in the formation of a sense of humor.

so we closed on our new house in iowa on friday – more on that later when i get back to my computer and can upload the photos i took. but on saturday, we took a day trip to the amana colonies, a historic german farming cooperative comprised of seven tiny villages. our first stop was at the visitors center. after striking up a conversation with the nice lady at the window and trading pleasantries in german with her, she told us a little about each village, and then handed my dad a map.

LADY: here’s the map. you’re right here, and if you just follow this road, you’ll go through all seven villages.

OPA: okay. cool. now which village is clothing optional?

later, we stopped at one of the many wineries in amana. they had wines made out of every fruit you could think of, and probably some you couldn’t, like elderberry and rhubarb. my dad hung out at the free sample bar for a bit, talking to the lady about their wines.

OPA: can i try the rhubarb wine next?

LADY: no.

OPA: why not?

LADY: you don’t want it.

OPA: now i REALLY want it.

LADY: you’re not going to like it.

OPA: okay.

after trying the wine…

OPA: wow. can i have the recipe for that rhubarb wine… so i can burn it for you?

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One Response to “why my mom can’t take my dad anywhere”

  1. beesknees4 Says:

    Your dad cracks me up.


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