I adore my family.

In better news, a conversation between myself and my parents last night:

My grandmother notes that the cat, a silver Persian, will only eat white turkey meat.

Me: It's like flamingos, you know, how the shrimp make them pink? She has to avoid dark meat to stay so white.
Dad: That's been debunked, actually. It's not the shrimp that makes them pink after all, it's something else, I can't remember what.
Me: I refuse to believe it. The other theory is far more fun.
Mom: Yes, I too prefer to believe that the shrimp make the flamingos pink.
Dad: But shrimp aren't pink until you cook them. It's like lobsters, how they're green first, and then they turn bright red when they're cooked. Shrimp are bluish green.
Mom: Yes, but they must have the pink inside them, and the cooking brings it out somehow.
Dad: (dryly) Inner. Pinkness.
Mom: (with conviction) Yes, it's all nice and warm inside the bird, and it brings out their inner pinkness.
Aunt K: What are you talking about?
Mom: (loftily) It was my science hour. If you weren't listening and missed it, that's your problem.
Me: *helpless giggles*