So my dear wife Karen, terrific daughter Elisabeth and sensational significant George Three are sitting around the living room of A Bitty Better in the Liverpool neighborhood of Galeville, shooting the breeze and catching up on some TV we all like.
Wheel of Fortune and Jeopardy, America’s hour of weeknight game show fun collected on the DVR.
Yeah, the kids catch it while they can, too.
We’re grooving to Pat and Vanna, and the crossword puzzle comes up.
My daughter declares that she’s not a fan of these intersecting solve-it’s compared to the regular phrases.
I shoot a glance at Karen. I say this to her every time we watch.
I agree, I tell my daughter.
Next comes Alex and his brainer test of wits because, well, you can’t watch one without the other. My daughter agrees.
She shouts out her answers as enthusiastically as her father. Faster, mostly.
When the Final Jeopardy category flashed before the commercial break, Elisabeth voices a random answer. Without the question, which comes after the commercials. She does this every time, she explains, much to the chagrin of George, who doesn’t get it.
I do this to Karen, every show.
Watching these two shows were not a part of our intersecting past, daughter and father with varying schedules and interests.
And yet here we are with these idiosyncratic similarities
Which just goes to show you …
What, I wonder?