(Watching TV)
Me: 晴天？That’s the 晴 in my name! That’s my name! That’s me!
Dad: She got pushed off a cliff.
Me: That’s not me, that’s not me.
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Me: Did you know eating too many cherries will give you diarrhea?
Dad: Eating too much of anything will give you diarrhea. You of all people should know this.
Dad: (in Chinese) We need to throw it out in the proper yard waste bags, otherwise we’ll get arrested.
Me: Happy birthday, dad!
Dad: Okay, okay.
Dad: (looks up) What are you wearing?
Me: And what did you do?
Dad: Oh, I chilled for two or three hours. Then I replied to reject him.
Dad: What are those chickpeas like? Are they soft?
Me: They’re kinda firm but soft on the inside. Here, try one.
Dad: No! I don’t like them.
Me: What, why?
Dad: Because they’re ugly.
(Horrifying scene comes on TV)
Me: Aiyah! Don’t look, don’t look! (covers Dad’s eyes)
Dad: Don’t look? What age do you think I am?
Me: Dad, this is today’s hip music.
(Billie Eilish plays on radio)
Dad: I can’t tell if it’s English or Chinese.
Dad: The sun during winter in Toronto might as well be like the light inside a refrigerator.
Dad: I don’t care what you do, as long as you don’t do bad things. It’s your life.
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