My dad was watching a football game on TV when profiles for three players came on the screen. The profiles appear under head shots of the players that aren’t pictures, but videos, so they’re moving while looking into the camera (creepy/cool).
Me: Why is only that one guy blinking? Why aren’t the other guys blinking? – Oh wait, that middle guy just blinked. But that other guy is standing so still!
Dad: That first guy is an iguana.
Me: What?
Dad: He’s an iguana, they don’t have eyelids, iguanas don’t blink.

This conversation actually went on for a while but I’ll save you that and end it there.

That my dad was probably all excited for me to update StopKatie with stories of our adventures while I stay with him at his home in Massachusetts this month (and next month, and maybe the month after that?) So here goes my first one:
I told my dad about this “miracle fruit” you can eat and it magically makes your taste buds think anything sour is sweet. I bought a miracle fruit tree a few years ago, but when it was shipped to my apartment from a nursery, it turned out the picture of a beautiful, fruiting tree on their website was all a lie, and all I got was a flimsy branch with two leaves. Guess it would be a few years before the fruit began to show. Needless to say, that stick with two leaves died soon after and I never got to try the magic fruit. Now they sell it in pill form. “Imagine, you can take this pill, let it cover your tongue, then eat a lemon and it tastes super sweet! It satisfies your sweet tooth! What a great way to lose weight!” I exclaimed (obviously, see all those exclamation points?) He looked at me over his glasses and said, “Katie, if I want something sweet, I’m just gonna eat a slice of chocolate cake.”