The next time my Mom won, she     
tried to copy him, but failed misera-  
bly. She couldn’t stop laughing, and we
all ended up on the floor again.       
     After that, she’d just give him a 
kiss and tell him not to worry.        
     “You’ll win the next one,” she’d  
say, and then wink at me, adding, “and 
then you’ll  be  able  to dance on the 
floor like a fish, all you want.”      
     I know it’s not true, and that my 
parents really loved me, but sometimes,
I kind of felt like the only reason    
they had me was to have someone to     
referee their debates.                 
     I didn’t mind at all, because most
of them were pretty interesting. I ac- 
tually had fun listening to them, and  
sometimes, I’d even get sucked into    
one.                                   
*      Beth and I do the same thing now.   
     When I first explained the concept
to her, she was skeptical. After a     
couple debates, about the debating     
rules no less, she began to like it. I 
even tried to do my Dad’s dance, but   
failed miserably, because once again,  
we both ended up on the floor laughing 
hysterically.                          
     My Mom and Dad would’ve loved     
Beth, especially my Mom.               
     Anyway, if they jogged, they could
be here in five minutes. Most of the   
time, that’s exactly what they did, but
not that day.                          
     That day, they took the car.      
     Now I wish they hadn’t, but they  
were on their way into town, and they  
only stopped by to see if I wanted to  
come over later, have some chicken, and
watch a movie with them.               



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