I've already chronicled the ridic conversations we tend to have during meal times, so just thought I'd throw another one in there.
/Scene: Breakfast, a few hours before Bro's O/L Biology exam/
Me: Ah wait, I remember that eye diagram so clearly! Lens, Cornea, Iris, Retina, Optic nerve.. Hey, what was that fluid in the eye called?
Bro: Errrm.. aqueous...
Mom: Aah.. err.. go read that now, ok? [nervous laughter]
Mom: SO..! Oh you should have seen my biology journals from college. They were just... brilliant...
Mom: They should be in a MUSEUM! They were so good.
Me: Yea, Dad used to label your drawings right?
Mom: Oh I never drew anything. There was this guy.. He used to play bass..
Me [shocked]: .... Oh so you were one of those girls huh? Getting boys to do everything for you...?
Mom: He was a fantastic artist....
Mom: It's not my fault! That teacher, Lalitha! She was a demon! How much she used to shout and abuse me and tear my journals!
Mom: No wonder she died of cancer....
Gotta love family!