The conversation during dinner was pretty lulz-worthy. There were several lulz crammed into one conversation. It was priceless. How it more or less went, almost verbatim:
Mom: Owen looks much better with his hair cut. He looks less Filipino and more Chinese.
Me: Oh that's good, because we make fun of him a lot for looking Filipino. Or Mexican. Or Native American.
Mom: Oh yeah. That too! Is he still dating that girl?
Me: May?
Mom: Yeah, the one that was supposed to pick up that stuff from you.
Dad: No, they broke up ages ago (I was surprised he actually remembered this. I couldn't even remember ever telling him)
Me: Oh, that reminds me. Christine got engaged.
Mom: To who?
Me: You don't know him.
Mom: Who's the other person getting married again?
Me: Lenny.
Mom: Oh right. And when is my son going to bring home a girl?
Me: When I find one.
Mom: When you find one? When do you ever even go look for one?
Me: You didn't go out and look for Dad. You were introduced to him from his sister.
Mom: No, it was my sister that introduced us. And when I met him, I had to put in a ton of effort to woo him! If I hadn't chased after him, he'd still be dating white girls!
Me: (Realizing that she missed my point completely, I just decided to start trolling) Oh, by the way, I told all my friends about you, Dad. About how you dated white girls. They think you're awesome.
Dad: (Smiling) I had two white girlfriends!
Mom: Yeah, but they were ugly.
Dad: Were not! One of them was French Canadian!
Mom: She was fat.
Dad: Fat my ass! She was so pretty.
Mom: She was homely.
Dad: I have pictures of her still!
Me: (Whispering to my dad) Show me later.
So there you have it. Both my dad and I both had/have a crush on French Canadian girls. Guess the apple doesn't fall far from the tree.
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