My mom called me the other day and told me how excited she was because she found a xylophone at a yard sale.
"Why did you buy a xylophone," I asked. None of us play the xylophone.
"To go with the lute!" she said.
"When did you get a lute? Why do you even have a lute?" I asked.
"Because you need more than a hand drum," she said.
"What? Why do you have all these instruments?" I asked.
"Well, I've been getting them when I see them so we can all play them when we're together on our Sundays! I have a drum, a lute, a xylophone, one, no two sets of maracas, a couple tambourines, a zither, and a train whistle!"
"What?!"
"Yeah! I'm so excited! I know it will be so much fun. Your dad thinks I'm crazy."
"Everyone thinks you're crazy."
But there are two things I love most about my family: 1. whatever happened, they're on my side, and 2. days like this:
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