I really do love my statistics class, I tell my dad new things all the time and for once it is him telling me HE doesn't understand. Honestly he will tell me a hundred things and they fly right over my head like a jet plane. But with statistics I am the whiz chatting out new terms and weird graphs, I feel useful. And now I feel peaceful with my sleep time tea mixed with delicious instant cider and a teaspoon of Jonesers handmade white chocolate honey. Which was a wonderful stalking stuffer from my mom. Makes every cup of tea that much better. Even my tea-cider. Shucks I am even enjoying my cider in an old washed out spicy mustard jar.
This might just be my new favorite drink, aside from cream soda and milk. When I get a camera to take wonderful pictures with I shall. But in the time being a nice image of a steaming hazel wood concoction in a clear 8 ounce jug will have to do. The tea is my fathers and the instant cider happens to be my mothers, maybe on a metaphorical level I am just drinking a glass of what I would be as a drink and no wonder I love it. I love my parents and all the good they wish upon me even when they are critical it is out of love that they critique me to be the best I can.
So when you find that thing that you know better than your parents, show it to them, and include them.
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