A Dadecdote That Didn't Happen to Me

Way back when, my brother was prepping a D&D campaign.

He was working, on his computer, on a monster he dubbed "Necrovore".

Dad comes in.

Dad looks at the screen. He then shakes his head in disappointment.

"Oh, Sanny. "Necrovore." Mixing Latin and Greek. Eet should be "necrophage"."

We never can do D&D well enough to please Dad.

B's true Mom Stories: Repetition

I worry that I do this now. Yet if I did, I'd never notice.

I was talking to mom tonight about living in Los Angeles, which is where I live now.

She pointed out to me that I left a TV back in my home town.

Mom: it looks good. How much was it?
Me: $400.
Mom: Wow, where did you get it?
Me: eBay.
Mom: Oh, eBay! For how much?

This reminds me of a Dadecdote that I neglected to tell you.

Recently, I noticed that my car has a dent on the back. Thing is, I'm not responsible for this dent--it used to be my mom's car, and it was dented under her care. So I called her up to ask her what happened.

Mom: Oh, I don't know. You should ask your father.
Dad (already on the phone, silently listening in, like a stalker): It happened at ... the auto ... dealer.
Me: Oh? What happened?
Dad: I received a notice. I took the car in to fix a problem. They fixed the problem. But they dented the car.
Mom: Oh! Why didn't you have them do something?
Dad: I told you, I got a notice!
Mom: What?
Dad: I received a notice. I took the car to the dealer to fix a problem. It was fixed. But during its fixing, they dented the car.
Mom: But why didn't you tell them to fix the dent??
Dad: I told you, I received a notice!

I worry that I do this now. Yet if I did, I'd never notice.