"Dwayne, from Little Miss Sunshine."
"No way...you've definitely lost it."
"No, I haven't! Look," I say, jumping up from the couch and pausing the movie, "imagine him without the long blond hair and cowboy hat. It's totally the same kid."
"Ehhh it could be...but who cares," my sister says, obviously knowing who cares, I care!
"Jess. I would bet my life that it is the same actor. Seriously." I respond without cracking a smile, because this is no smiling matter.
"Ok, ok, I see it now, you're right! You're always right!" she declared while rolling her eyes and grabbing the remote to continue the movie.
Ahh. Now I can relax. I grab some food from the kitchen and join my sister on the couch to continue watching. There is no pressure now, only a movie to enjoy.
"Alison, doesn't that girl look familiar?" my mom asks, not knowing she is leading me down a dangerous road. I don't respond right away...why say yes if I can't remember where she is from? No. I won't admit defeat that easily. I take a few moments...then bam.
"Yep, because she played Elizabeth Bennet in the A&E version of Pride and Prejudice."
"You're right! Thank god you inherited your father's memory." I couldn't agree more.
When my dad and I watch movies together there is an unspoken competition to identify and place more characters than the other. It is so unspoken that my dad doesn't even know it's a competition. He is too easy-going to care about dumb competitions or fleeting feelings of gratification. Sometimes I wish I inherited that from him instead.
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