We always laugh about the difference in conversations that go on between people when we are in New York visiting JD’s family and in Tennessee visiting mine. We think we have the best of both worlds in this crazy mixed culture marriage of ours.
Case in point.
The last time we were at my house we were walking up to my brother and sister-in-law’s house along the 1/4 mile driveway that connects their house with my parent’s abode. We were stopped in our tracks by a mound of scat (translation: poop) in the middle of the road. Thus commenced a five to ten minute conversation on just what animal it came from. We started off with the possibility that it was bear poop as there have been some recent sightings of black bears on the mountain. (The children are no longer allowed to walk between the two houses after dark.) We then decided maybe it was a smaller animal and I believe we settled on a fox as the culprit before heading on our way.
Cut to JD’s house just a couple of days ago. We were sitting around the table playing a game with JD’s father and sister and a few of the kids when a classical piece of music came on the radio. Either JD’s mom or dad said, “What is the name of that piece?” and without a second’s hesitation his sister named it correctly.
See what I mean? The perfect mix. We love our families.