It is Saturday morning. My parents are here to celebrate my birthday and Easter. We have begun the getting-ready-for-the-day rituals when Mark, who hasn't yet showered, emerges from the bathroom (where, presumably, he had the chance to behold his appearance in the mirror).
"Vanilla ice tea," he says.
My mom and I kinda look at each other. We're not sure what that means.
"What?" I say.
"Vanilla... ice... tea..." Mark now looks unsure. "Ah, ice tea..."
Still not quite sure what he is referring to, but suddenly craving tea, I ask again: "Huh?"
Mark gestures to his hair, which formed into a fairly impressive flat-top during the night.
"I look like..."
"Vanilla Ice?" I supply helpfully.
Most of the time I can read Mark's mind which is a good thing. If I couldn't, we'd never be able to communicate effectively. In this particular instance, however, it took me a little longer to get his drift. Oh, I had my suspicions, but I KNOW that he knows that Vanilla Ice and Ice T are two different people. He even had Ice T's first album. I've heard him talk about Ice T and that album before. So, when he combined to very disparate rappers, I was understandably confused and the mind-reading took a bit longer than normal.
"Yes," says Mark. "Vanilla Ice." Thank god we got that figured out.