Thinking back, this is how I remember family life. This is not the whole truth, but it's what I prefer to revisit. The four of us playing games. Dad pretending he doesn't know the rules, arguing his case in a way that's just too insane and hilarious to take. I'm doubling over from laughing to the right, my brother tipping backward, I can hear him howling. Mom, always the voice of reason, is hearing dad out, preparing to shoot down his ridiculous and extensive arguments with logic.
