Looking back at me, over her shoulder, she smiled, "Well, how about you take the truck to LA Push?” She cooed. A look of placid disgust stretched across my face. "Mom, that truck wouldn't even move if we put it in neutral and left it on a hill backwards with cement blacks in the back with 40 or 50 horses pulling."

My mother rolled her eyes, a slight smile pulling at the corner of her delicate lips. Next to me, my father put his coffee cup to his lips again and muttered into the dark liquid "That's what I said."

Snorting my mother whirled around and chucked the wet wash cloth at him. He dodged it easily, but the unexpecting visitor -who came in without knocking- got it full force in the face, water droplets spraying on the wall.

My mother flinched, her eyebrows dropping in a dip, her white teeth sparkling with concern. My father started laughing, almost spitting his coffee all over the table.

I shared the same expression with my mom, watching the wet cloth fall from the strangers face.

Slowly it peeled away from top to bottom, revealing the shocked expression of a relative. Aunt Alice. "Bella?" She questioned opening her eyes, soap bubbles in her hair. "yes?" My mom asked, slowly, trying not to laugh. My father was busting a seam in the chair next to me, laughing so hard, I was expecting him to piss his pants. Brushing the soap from her eyes, she grabbed the cloth that had stayed on her chest, held it above his head and rung out all the water, drenching his shirt, hair and skin.

He stopped, the water drizzling down his face. My mother started laughing, Alice breaking out in light octave giggles. Spitting out the soapy water, not looking at all lighthearted, he grabbed the handle of his cup and splashed the coffee at her, the dark liquid staining her white blouse.

She squealed as steam rose from her skin. He laughed victoriously at her, watching her squirm her blouse off, a black spaghetti string tank top underneath. My father looked as if he wasn't going to stop. Seeing this, my mother whirled around, cranked the hot water on, pulled out the spray nozzle and soaked him from across the room, and didn't stop till he, the table, floor chair, and wall was gushing water.