When I was little and traveling by car with Mom, Dad, and younger sister, when we were passing a cemetery, Dad would always ask my sister and I, “How many dead people are in that cemetery?”
Sis and I would struggle to count the markers as we past and we were never had the correct answer which, according to Dad, was “They’re all dead!”
When I was little and traveling by car with Mom, Dad, and younger sister, when we were passing a cemetery, Dad would always ask my sister and I, “How many dead people are in that cemetery?”
Sis and I would struggle to count the markers as we past and we were never had the correct answer which, according to Dad, was “They’re all dead!”
Dad had a strange sense of humor…