This morning when I came down to the kitchen I saw Dad in the fridge,
both arms and head all the way in. Mum doesn't like when he rearranges
her fridge (his is in the basement). I was not trying to walk quietly or
anything either. I just came near and looked in the fridge over his
shoulder to see what he was doing and said "Good Morning". The
response: He jumped up with a "I'm not doing anything! Don't scare me!"
and ran off downstairs.
Hmmm....
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