Mamma Mia

Last night, my father passed out on the couch. Honestly, he was probably passed out drunk. In front of him, the TV was on and the stereo system blasted the Mamma Mia broadway soundtrack. All lights above him were also turned on.

I turned off the stereo then saw that the TV remote was in his hand. I managed to press the 'off' button without physically moving the remote. I was about to put a blanket on him when he woke up.

Dad: Heyy..

Me: I was about to put a blanket on you.

Dad: Oh don't. It's okay.

Me: Are you sure?

Dad: Yeah the fire is really warm.

Me: Okay. Do you want to get up? I can help you.

Dad: No it's okay.

Me: Do you want me to turn off the light?

Dad: No.

Me: How about I turn off these lights and leave the hallway light on?

Dad: Okay sure.

Me: Goodnight Dad.

Dad: Goodnight sweetheart.



Eventually he got up and went to his bed. The next morning, we had this conversation:

Dad: Wow I can't believe I slept on the couch!

Me: Yeah you did.

Dad: I can't do that anymore. That's not good for my back. It's unhealthy. Next time I sleep on the couch, wake me up so I can go to bed.

Me: I did...don't you remember talking to me?

Dad: No...

Me: WAT???

Dad: You can't let me sleep on the couch again!

Me: Okay...

Dad: It's unhealthy for me.

Me: -_-