The following took place on or around Christmas Eve 2010 at approximately 8:30 PM:
Dad (stands up): Well, I'm going to go to [Crime Town] to get ice cream at the [local ice cream concern].
Mom: El-Heato, you'd better go with your Dad to make sure he's safe.
Me: Okay... But I have to ask... If it starts going down... I mean, let's say it gets really bad out there... If it really hits the fan... And it becomes pretty clear, pretty fast that only one of us is coming back to you, who do you want it to be? Because I'll make sure that it happens. It's your choice.
Mom (looks at Dad, looks at me, pauses and thinks only for a split second and says decisively): Neither.
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