I'm staying with my parents for a few days in an attempt to knock out a big chunk of my revisions. There's something about not having to cook or clean or put on actual clothes that really brings out my creativity. That and the fact that my parents' evening activities consist of reading or reading.
Leading to today's fun conversation with my dad--
Me (spotting a library book on his table): Oh. I didn't know Carl Hiaasen wrote books for adults.
My dad: *facetable* I didn't realize he wrote books for children.Me: You do realize I'm going to convert you to the right side yet.