They're both only children (as am I, genetically).
My dad back in the day had a head full of thick, curly, jet-black hair.
My mom's was naturally stick-straight and white-blonde.
When they were my age, they had already been married a year.
She's a Democrat, he, a Republican. They go every election "to cancel out each other's vote".
She's said she fell in love with him because though he was quiet, she could tell he was very smart, and funny.
Someone I met at a family gathering describes him as being "crazy about her" at that time.
My mom's dogs are named Peanut and Buddy, Daddy's are Ed and Izzy.
My mother is my confidante, my father my superhero.
My mom's adopted.
My dad hates his middle name so much we're not allowed to say it.
He loves sweet tea. Like, drinks a gallon a day.
For Valentine's, I always knew to get Daddy Russell Stover's chocolate, and Mama Whitman's Sampler.
They have a seemingly-infinite number of inside jokes.
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"Such is the Frailty
of the human Heart, that very few Men, who have no Property, have any Judgment of their own.
They talk and vote as they are directed by Some Man of Property, who has attached their Minds
to his Interest."