my parents in london

Having my parents here is a real treat.  They are sweet, wonderful people and such good houseguests.  They are also silly.  And regressing.

They've gotten to about four years old.

You'll see.  Over the next several days I'll post some of the things they've said and done.  It's like having two toddlers.  But they are cute toddlers. 

Case in point: This is a conversation I had with my mom about a week before they left home to come and visit us.

Mom: “Will you take us to the grocery store when we get there?”
Me: “Sure. But we’ll have food in the house. We won’t need to.”
Mom: “Yes, but it’ll all be healthy. We want junk food.”

See.  Four.

[On the way to London by train]

Then there's this conversation on the way home from the airport after picking them up.  Granted, they were weary from the journey, but that's not where this came from.  No, my friends, this is everyday material.  Every.  Day.

Mom (to my dad, kind of in a panic): “Did you see where I put my glasses?”
Dad (to mom, completely unphased): “You’re wearing them.”
Mom: “Oh.”

I'll be back with many more moments.  Because this is only the beginning.  I've already filled a sheet of A4 paper with things they've said that I must share with the Internet.  Still going strong, too.

I love them dearly and wouldn't take anything for them and their entertainment value. I'll be back with more as soon as I feed them and put them in front of a movie so I have a few minutes.

[In front of the Tower of London]