My Family is defective, Echo 1-19 edition

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I hear a call from the bathroom where my mother is showering. "I need some help in here." Mom is a leukemia patient, with arthritis and replaced knees. I am out of the chair in moments. Its only a minor crisis. "I took off my glasses and can't read which is shampoo and which is conditioner and they're both creamy." The best part: one was in a black bottle and one was in a white one.

Chris fell out of the bunk once (he was in the top bunk) . Seems Smith, in the lower bunk, had been platoon guide all week. Smith was a sleep-talker, and he was calling commands in his sleep. Chris was obeying them in his. And he fell out of bed on the about face.

When they make their bunks, they are to fold over exactly six inches of sheet. There were no rulers in the bay, so they improvised. One morning, Chris folded over WAY too much. The Sgt asked "Sparrow, what is this? You call this six inches?" "No rulers in the bay, sgt, so I used what came to hand, since it's an all male bay."

Chris was worried about snoring. My dad said, "son, there's an easy way to work on that. At lights out, lean over and kiss your snoring bunk mate right on the lips. You'll sleep fine because he won't fall asleep at all."

The winds were high in OK, and mom is frail. My dad made sure every time she got out that he was right there holding on to her. She suggested "You could tie  rope around my ankle and fly me like a kite." Dad laughed. "Nope, I don't have anything to use for a tail to stabilize you."

The whole fam damily.