Walking around Madrid, my mom stops every few minutes to take a photograph. Each one requires many seconds of adjustment for the perfect angle and lighting.
Last Monday, we went to the Royal Palace. Midday:
My mom: "I have very sad news. My camera battery died."
My dad: [clapping loudly] "太好了！ 就等这件事呢！" ("Wonderful! Wonderful! It's just the news I've been waiting for!")
... We walk down the street and pass by the grand church next to the palace.
Dad: [poking my mom's elbow] "This church really deserves a photograph."
The rest of my family had to wait for me, to recover from being doubled over laughing.
Later, in the hotel room I was sharing with my brother:
Tom: "Mom takes so long with each photograph! We're always waiting."
Me: "I'm just happy that they're getting along. Let's not complain if the holy grail has a little bit of dust on it."