Went out to the movies with my dad, Kathy and Bonnie tonight (my sisters are home! eee) and as usual, my dad was mildly unconscious and snoring (see: thunder and lightning) throughout the most of it.

As we were getting out of the theater, my dad was stumbling a bit since he was still a bit dazed from his two hour on/off nap. He said he needed to go to the bathroom, and Kathy nudged me and urged me to, “Go help him find the bathroom. Comfort him or something.”

Comfort him. I don’t know how she thinks it works.