Me: "Dad, let me see the roof of your mouth."
Dad: "huh?"
M: Let me see the roof of your mouth!"
D: Do what, sis?
M: Let. Me. See. The roof. Of your. MOUTH.
D opens mouth. I didn't see what I was looking for.
M: Ok. Well where did I get this from?
I opened my mouth to show the rather weird growth on the roof of my mouth. You can see it when I laugh but it's not that noticeable.
D: I don't know, darlin', God must've gave it to ya.
Me: Oh.
D: Well do you like it?
Me: It doesn't bother me. It's just an overgrown palate. It's just different.
D: Well if you like it, I gave it to you. I you don't, your mother did.
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