Dad: “Did you ever take that DNA test?”
Me: “What DNA test? And no, I wouldn’t have taken it anyway.”
Dad: “Why not? Don’t you want to know about your family history?”
Me: “I know enough about you people and I don’t want the government to have my DNA.”
Dad: “How would the government get your DNA?”
Me: “All those companies give their data to law enforcement. How do you think they caught the Golden Gate killer?”
Dad: “Are you a Golden Gate killer?”
Me: “No, not yet.”
Dad: “But don’t you want to know about your heritage?”
Me: “You took the test, mom took the test, and the other kids took the test. I think we have it narrowed down by now. Unless there is something you or mom want to tell me.”
Dad: “Goodbye.”
I’ve always been the ‘difficult’ child. Part of it is instinctive, though- if everyone is doing something I generally don’t want to do it just because they are. I need a reason I should do it.