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I was talking with a friend over the weekend and my dad wanted to know how to use his new iPhone. “What technology did you use?” he asked. “Was it that Sky Spic program.”

“It’s Skype Dad,” I replied. Not Sky Spic. Skype.”

It so much fun when parents are unintentionally racist.

Yesterday I sat down in my living room to read a little when my mother comes in and sits next to me. She asks me what I’d like to do on Christmas Day. I reply with my usual casual response of whatever you want. “Well,” she says. “We can see a show downtown. I think they have Christmas Crackers playing.” “Christmas Crackers?” I say. “Yeah that ballet they do every year…Christmas Crackers.”

“I think you mean the Christmas Nutcracker.”

“Oh yes. That one.” she laughs.

And here I almost got excited to watch a show about white people during Christmas. Wait…I guess my mom was right after all.

So yesterday I visited a book shop with my dad. I told him that I was researching the fall of Lucifer from Heaven for a play I’m writing. He says what about John Milton’s Paradise Lost. I say I already have that and I was looking for something less of a “fictional”account or more definitive like the Bible. He responded in the bookstore on Christmas Eve, “What the fuck do you think the Bible is…fictional. “. That got a lot of people to stop browsing. :)

Once again Dad teaching me how to tell it like it is and not give a shit.

(P.S. he bought a literary guide and appreciation of the king James Bible by Harold Bloom before we left. Haha!)