To All The Overprotected Kids.

XXI

"Crap!"

I yell, dropping a box.

"No swearing!"

Dad reminds me from another room.

I pick up the boxes, rolling , my eyes as Mom comes in the door.

"Holy shit, it's fucking cold out there!"

She exclaims as Dad comes down the hall.

I turn to Dad with my jaw on the ground.

"Sure is, Honey!"

He responds.

"Oh come on!"

He quirks an eyebrow at me.

"She's your mother, she can do whatever she wants."

"What about the whole providing an example for your kids?"

He shrugs.

"Don't copy your mother."

"Ever?"

He rolls his eyes and walks away from me.

"Not what I meant."