And so continues my papa c and mama c series. Papa c is my crazy dad, and mama c is my crazy mom. My parental units are first generation immigrants. They are annoying but wonderfully cute and endearing. They are hard working but quirky. I love them with all my heart.
This is going to be a weekly, ongoing series on my blog about the random and lovable and personal anecdotes from the lives of my parental units. This is not to make fun of them but to actually record my fond memories of them. Hope you grow to love them, too.
I know I talk about puppy c a lot on this blog. But you know who talks more about puppy c? My parents.
When I first got Mr. Bates, my mom yelled the crap out of me. She said I was irresponsible and didn’t think my decisions through. She was so crazy irrational that I told her to get out of my house…to which she said, “you think you can do whatever you want now?” Why yes, mom, yes I can.
One of the real reasons I wanted to get Mr. Bates was to give my parents a pseudo-grandchild and something to get them off my back. Little did I know that my parents would come over to see Mr. Bates every. single. day. Even when I returned from Europe, my dad said “hiiiiiiiiiiiii!!!!” not to me…but to Mr. Bates. Oh hey dad, I was away from home for two weeks. Nice to see you, too.
Mama c has really had a huge heart change towards puppy c though. The other day, she told my sister and I that she can’t imagine puppy c in the animal shelter…and when she thinks about that sad situation, she gives puppy c an extra treat. Isn’t that the cutest?! Mama c is the cutest. I knew that getting him was a good idea. He’s a permanent part of our family now. I am so happy because of it.