Reagan had always known her family was weird. Her mom took the trash to the curb in her robe and slippers. And those fluffy pink slippers had bunny ears and a cottontail. As if this humiliation wasn’t bad enough, her dad sang off-key show tunes while trimming the hedges. Outside. Where all the neighbors could hear.
Reagan knew this type of behavior wasn’t normal. Ordinary families didn’t go out of their way trying to embarrass each other. Obviously, something was very wrong with Reagan’s family. Maybe she was being raised by Martians.
Ok, repeat after me: "Thanks, Mom!" or "Thanks, Dad!"
Now really, was that so hard?
Ok. I totally saw you roll your eyes. And yes, this is a two-way mirror.
I know it’s not cool to appreciate your parents, but it is the right thing to do!
After all, when else in your lifetime will you have two people falling all over themselves to be a part of your life? (Hint—never).
I had a friend in elementary school (actually, I think it was our parents that were friends), and I used to hate it when she came over to my house because she always tried to steal my toys when she left. Once I figured it out, I’d always check her when she was leaving to make sure she wasn’t taking anything I cared about. Was she a good friend? No. Was I happy to see her when she came over? Not really. But the thing is, I knew how she was. I knew better than to trust her.
Have you ever caught one of your friends in a lie? Someone you trusted to tell you the truth?