Marriage, Minor Injuries, Memories
“Well, that’s gonna leave a mark!”
“What do you mean, Barbara?”
“Oh, it’s nothing. I just shaved a nice little sliver off my thumb. No big deal!”
“Ummm… that sounds like a bigger deal than just a bad day.”
“Sheesh, Henry! You don’t have to make everything so dramatic. It’s just a little blood.”
“Oh my! Remind me not to look at it again until the bleeding has stopped. That made me woozy!”
“Henry, you’re such a pushover! Stop looking at it. I’ve got it covered.”
“That’s what you said about both of our children, and look how they turned out.”
“They turned out just fine. Stop your bellyaching, Old Man. Katie is my pride and joy. Henry Junior? Well, let’s just leave it at this—he favors his father.”
“Barbara Jane! I cannot believe you would flatter me so. Young Henry is (almost) the best thing to ever happen to me. I’m honored to be called his father.”
“Well now, you have me tearing up, dear.”
“They’re good kids. We went from surviving and keeping them alive to becoming quite the fun bunch. I can’t believe they’ve been out of the house for a decade now. Katie’s wedding to John was one of the most beautiful things…”
“Ah, yes! John is almost like a son to me now. So respectful and wicked smart!”
“We lucked out with Henry’s wife Sara, too. What a sweetheart!”
“How’s that thumb doing?”
“Well, now, just as good as your ego is doing right now, Henry!”