Gemotions

He bit the inside of his cheek, trying to suppress the wave of amusement that washed over him. He was seated right next to his mother, who’d worn a particularly gaudy brooch, a large peacock made of rhinestones. It was all too much.

He glanced at his father, who was attempting to make eye contact with every guest in a desperate bid to appear normal. He suppressed a chuckle. He felt as if a dam was about to burst.

"So," he began, struggling to maintain a straight face, "My dad. What can I say? The man has survived forty years in the workforce." He paused, savoring the moment. "And he's still here to tell the tale."