In Memory of Omer

Today, I had rather interesting ‘incident’ with my dad. This is how it went:

I was washing the dishes, rather, I was drying a very large oven tray with a tea towel. I had my arms wrapped all around it, attempting to dry the entirety of the tray.

Then my dad walked past, not really looking at what I was doing.

He said: “Ah, it’s so cute, isn’t it”?

I’m thought: “What? This oven tray isn’t cute!”

The conversation continued for sometime with a few more lines about the subject of the oven tray’s physical appeal.

And then he realised I was holding an oven tray. It turned out he thought I was holding our cat…