Mom and Laura are watching the U.S. Olympic Gymnastic try-outs. Laura is sitting on the couch knitting a birthday present for Noona, while Mom is walking from the kitchen to the dinner table with place settings, etc.
As Mom moves back and forth, she hums to herself and walks in a stompy, rhythmic manner. Dad mumbles something to himself that only Laura hears and laughs at.
Mom: What? Are you laughing at me? Dad, if you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything.
Laura: (laughingly) He said, "That's what happens to old acrobats."
Sunday, June 27, 2004
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