The day before my mom comes back from her regular work trips, my parents said, I really wish I could erase the memory of how I found out. Every time she goes away the day before, they start chatting.

You know when you hear pops' phone, you know it's Marjolein. It's like, oh. It can see pops. It's like that.

He does them ones. Wait, he goes, my guys.

Yeah! Let me reenvest that position. Looking at, Where's my... Where's he at?

Oh, my days. That's when I get two thumbs involved.

Yes, because I need that hasty response.