It's times like this I love being home.
Dad: Ok, Mom, we've got steaks and hot dogs for dinner.
Katie: I'm eating the steaks. They're eating the hot dogs.
That was followed by a shockingly normal steak dinner. We all like our steaks at varying cooking stages from still mooing (that's me) to shoe leather (that's Mom), and Dad never manages to get them onto the right plate. Chunks of meat the size of the plate fly through our kitchen on steak night.
Dad's in the kitchen putting the uncooked steak in the freezer bag and vacuuming it shut.
Dad: Katie, you want to pump this?
Katie: No, thanks, I only like to pump the wine because it makes a great popping noise when you uncork it.
(I feel like such a little kid but it seriously entertains me for ten minutes).
Christina: Ooh! I should learn to say that in Dutch.
(No one in our house speaks Dutch... nor are we Dutch)
Christina: Yeah! Mom! Let's learn Dutch together because that way we can speak in code and no one will understand.
Mom: Since everyone is going away to college and it's just the two of us, we could just speak in English.
Dad: Tina, how's Jake?
Christina: I GOTTA LETTER!
Dad: Laura, how's your Jake?
Laura: He's good. He says it's hot.
Dad: Katie, how's your Jake?
Katie: I'm the only one in the family who DOESN'T have a Jake.
Dad: You do have a Jake but his name is Chris.
Mom: It's still a four-letter name.
Katie: Last time I counted "Chris" was five letters.
Oh, and there was another conversation that I can't re-type here, but it was inspired by the story I told on Tuesday...