My parents are away visiting my grandparents this week. Meanwhile, my fiancee and I are housesitting. I called up my dad yesterday with a question about how the DVD player works, and we ended up having the following exchange:
MY DAD: You hear about your boy Manuela?
MY DAD: He's a dog.
ME: Dad. He's not technically required to be there any earlier.
MY DAD: He's a dog. Everyone else is there.
ME: You know, next year when he goes to another team or retires, and David Ortiz is setting a new Major League record for intentional walks, you'll be all, "Why can't we get someone to hit behind Ortiz? What happened to Manny? And blah blah blah."
MY DAD: Dog. Total dog.
P.S. Looks like we're planning to break Jonathan again this year. Great.