Me: Hey, Pop.
Dad: Hello, Andrea. How are you doing?
Me: I'm fine, how are you?
Dad: Good... So what does that sheet of paper you're holding say?
Me: What paper?
Dad: The one in your Facebook picture. I can't read it, the words are too small.
Me: Dad... Are you creeping on me through Mom's account?
Dad: I am. What does it say?
Me: It's like a fortune telling game from when I was a kid. My friends and I did it last night as a joke.
Me: MASH. Mansion Apartment Shack House.
Me: And I got mansion!
Dad: Oh. Okay.