Chocolate & Vanilla
My father and I were sitting at the kitchen table, having just finished a five-star breakfast prepared lovingly by my wife, and we continued to sit there enjoying a nice cup of gourmet coffee courtesy of me. Gourmet coffee is one of my few indulgences. We were reading the morning newspaper, or, rather, my father was reading the newspaper. I usually help myself to the sections he doesn't enjoy reading, which means I sit there paperless, because my father hoards the newspaper like Hints From Heloise was printed on gold. I buy the paper, and my father has first dibs. Go figure. It's been that way ever since I was a kid. My father got the newspaper first, and no one else was allowed to even consider swiping a section of it until he was done. Not even the comic section, which he didn't read. "Dad," my wife asked my father sweetly, with the patience of a Mother Theresa, "do you want any ice cream?" My father looked up from the newspaper. "Huh... well... ...