And stayed for less than 24 hours. Not surprising. I'm not sure if my parents drove straight home or stopped off in Sterling for the night. (I won't go into a long explanation about this here. See my post from July 25ish.)
I'm not writing to discuss my parents' visit. Rather, a great Phat Pat story came up while they were here. A friend of ours was in town to go skiing. She has met my parents and knows a little about the eccentricities of my dad. Nate asked if I had posted the Patism that had occurred on Thanksgiving. I had not. So here it is. It's a classic.
Nate makes fantastic mashed potatoes. Knowing this, my mom asked him to make them for Thanksgiving. Nate was finishing up the potatoes and was ready to transfer them to a large bowl. My mom gave him a plastic bowl. Just then, my dad entered the room and decided to "help" out. He suggested that Nate needed a metal bowl rather than a plastic bowl. My mom told him that she didn't have a metal bowl. To that, my dad answered: "Mashed potatoes taste better out of a metal bowl. Find the metal bowl, Jean." My mom left the room and Nate stifled his laughter. Although I wasn't there to witness this Patism, I have no doubt it occurred. It sounds just like my dad.