Sunday, March 3, 2013

Diagnosed

My parents have these wonderful friends, Bob and Marilyn, who joined us tonight for Sunday dinner.
They are retired, but Marilyn's background is in psychotherapy. 
During dessert, my dad asked her if she liked the ice cream.
When she said yes, he said, "I made it." Which is exactly the kind of lie he tells about 54 times a day just to see if anyone will believe him.
"Marilyn," I said. "With all your experience dealing with the mentally ill, do you have a name for what my dad is?"
Without skipping a beat, she replied, "Charming."

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