Meet The Jedi Family

(It is my 13th birthday party, and my dad has come to cook on the grill. We have a tall glass tea candle-holder, with a glass lampshade on it. It is on the corner of the bar in our kitchen, and it is frequently bumped.)

Dad: “Baby girl, clear some space so I can put this finished food on the counter, and grab the marinating meat.”

Me: “Okay, daddy, but be careful. There’s a glass candle-holder on the counter and auntie is gonna raise Cain if you break it.”

Dad: “Don’t worry about it; your daddy’s got some grace! You’ve got that family grace too, baby g—”

(Without fail, my dad topples the candle-holder over, and lets go of the tray of cooked food to catch it. I dive to save the food, and catch that. My mother gives both of us a look, and we both give her a sheepish grin.)

Mom: “Yup. The family grace… and reflexes.”