“I don’t like the colour of these curtains; your choice is too bad”, he commented inventively in the afternoon of a snowy day.
“Dad is right”, said my son.
“Hmmm, here’s a team against me.”
“Why don’t you two argue in the bedroom? I need to concentrate on my studies”, demanded my son.
“That’s a good idea”, stated his amused Dad.
He held my hand and said, “Follow me my lady; I’ll share my knowledge about colours with you”.
(Thud … Thud … Thud)
“Mom, what’s the sound from the bed room?” inquired my son.
“Don’t worry son … your Dad and I … are arguing over the colour … of the bed sheet (giggle).”
“And your Mom is always right”, chuckled his Dad.
“My crazy Parents!” remarked my innocent son.
Well, the argument in the bedroom is censored