3 things that rule about being at my parents for the holiday
1. My dad referring to my almond milk as ‘gypsy water’
2. My mother giving me a $50 groupon to American Apparel, thus fueling my already problematic love of leotards.
3. Them both standing on opposite sides of me chanting “kimchi, kimchi, kimchi” quietly to help me ignore socially awkward things happening around me and make me laugh. And then proceeding try to give me a history of kimchi and “the chinese people or whoever makes that stuff”