Just Another Night At My Parents House

Everyone was there, in the kitchen - my mother, father, Adam, and Lori.
You may or may not know my family. If so, you'll understand why this was so funny. If not, let me tell you a little bit about us.

We're all relatively normal. My mother, my sister, and myself. Except for the occassional psycho rages and uncontrollable stalking urges, but that's another blog.

My father & brother, however, well.. is there a nice way to say prude? And what is the extreme-sport version of the word? Is there such a thing? If not, there should be. My father once got totally wigged out when my 2-year-old cousin ran around the backyard naked in the summer time. Her mother was told to take her inside and get her dressed.

You can't say so much as the word "naked" or "boob" or even "breast-feeding my child" without the two of them breaking out into a cold sweat of awkwardness.

If I have to change Emma's diaper they will leave the room.

It's that bad.

We were getting ready to leave; Jeff, Emma, and myself.

J: standing behind Emma trying to zip up her winter jacket
A: Let me see that... I'm a pro at doing it from behind.