Drool. It happens sometimes.

I woke up, went into the kitchen, poured myself a bowl of cereal (which I now regret because 1. I'm allergic to milk, and 2. I have a killer stomach ache now) and started to read the Saturday morning cartoons.

That's when the fun began.

My dad came out into the living room with a pillow in hand. My mom inspected it and exclaimed "You see that? That's drool! From you! I can't believe I've stayed with you for this long." (They were being pretty flirtatious today...let me tell ya.)

I put my bowl in the sink and headed towards the office when I see my dad pretend to hit my mom with the pillow. Uh oh. I'm in the line of fire. Quickly I rushed past him. But not quick enough. He took a full swing with the pillow and grinned at the sight of his success. I had been hit.

When my dad headed back to their bedroom, I heard my mom say "make sure you put that pillow on your side!" Tehe. My parents are so cute.