An Easter Tale

My father is the king of bull. His sarcasm is a trait my whole family is infected by. Meaning, when the four of us (my mother, sister, myself and he) are in the same room, there is a lot of gut aching laughter that occurs! Family gatherings are fun, simply because of this.

Being my father's daughter, I am prone to fits of it myself. No really! But, I managed to pull one over on my father this last weekend as I was visiting in celebration of Easter and my birthday.
He was seated next to me on the couch and I made quick mention on the fact that I was appreciative that I had some semblance of a brain. He retorted that I may need to prove that. I challenged him..."Ask me any question, and I will answer it correctly!"
He immediately responded with "How tall is Mt Everest?"
I said: "Correctly."
From the loud cackle in the other room, I received sign my mother had heard the exchange. My father regarded me closely for a moment, then snickered.

It doesn't happen often when 'he who is the king of Bullshit' doesn't have a return quip. I admit, I was slightly proud of myself!