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Yesterday was Father's Day. Several hours before I went to work, we all gathered at the dining room table, and I went into Marie's room with Mom and Marie. Mom got Dad a handcart, so we decided to stack the other presents on there, and then wheel them out when Dad came inside. Marie got Dad the Far Side Gallery #5, and he started reading it. Mom also gave Dad a card with the title "To Tame a Highland Warrior" and the words "Only love could gentle his savage soul." It showed the main characters, and Dad's face was pasted over the male protagonist's. I continued my Japanese word lesson, and then played Sonic the Hedgehog 3, while they continued reading, but Dad called me in to see a drawing of someone leaving the restroom, and a sign above him flashing "Didn't Wash Hands."

After I left work, I continued playing the game, but Marie wanted to know something about tapeworms. At dinner, she asked Dad about it, and he said that people living in poor-sanitation areas get it from fecal matter. She asked if she would ever get one, and Dad said that it's not likely, and even if she did, it would be easy to cure here. He suggested Googling it.

Last night was a funny episode of The Simpsons and an even funnier episode of Family Guy (and it always is), though I skipped American Dad (again).

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Enough about that. In real life, Peter would probably have been dragged to a mental hospital, but at least this wasn't like that episode of The Simpsons where the kids get separated from their parents because the house is a mess.