Will Never Last

I was lying in bed mainlining pressed juice and binge-watching The Office on Comedy Central while hosting a fever in my body at the Element Austin Downtown earlier today when a memory surfaced that granted me a grin.

One evening several years ago myself, my dad and my brother Bryan were cackling like idiots to an episode of The Office in the living room of my parents' condo when my mom entered.

Mom: What are you laughing at?

Me (gesturing to the TV): The Office.

My mom went quiet as a scene unfolded in which Jim played the "Hot and Cold" game with Dwight's desk, which had been relocated to the men's restroom.

Mom (rolling her eyes): This show will never last.

As she walked out of the room the three of us looked at one another and did our best to hold back smiles, none of us having the heart to tell her that "this show" was then in its seventh successful season.

My dear mother was perfect, even if her pop culture predictions were not.

The Triple Threat

The following conversation took place during a FaceTime call earlier today.

Brother-In-Law Chris: We're becoming vegetarians.

Four-Year-Old Nephew Harrison: No, I'm becoming a policeman. I will send bad people who say shut up and make fires to jail.

Me: And who's gonna put out the fires?

Four-Year-Old Nephew Harrison: I am.

Me: Wait, are you gonna be a fireman or a policeman?

Four-Year-Old Nephew Harrison: Both. I will be a fireman and a policeman.

Me: That sounds great!

Four-Year-Old Nephew Harrison: And a ninja.

Me: Oh wow, a ninja, too? That's impressive.

Four-Year-Old Nephew Harrison: Yeah, at my age.