Dad (when Ann and I were cooking dinner): Cook my cube steak well done! I don't like raw meat.
Dad (discussing his attempt to eat the leftover cube steak): I tried, but I just couldn't eat it - it was tough!
Mom (looking at my dish of sweet and sour chicken): Rule of the house - Mom gets a bite. I don't want that bite; it has sauce on it.
Mom (as she eats the last piece of candy in the jar): I don't know where all this candy keeps disappearing to.
Dad: You sure were out late last night. (Ann and I got home at 10:30.)
Sigh. Of course, now I sigh about these things because I just have to live them. But I know that, all too soon, I will remember these moments and sigh for how much I miss them both.
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