Dinner table tonight-
The Ginger- Mom, there is no way to drink from a straw quietly.
Me- Really, let me see (hand outstretched for his soda–soda is a rare commodity, he has to wait until Sunday for another one)
The Ginger- no, Mom, this Pepsi will give you cancer.
The Blonde Giant- yeah, Mom, Pepsi has been shown to cause cancer in Pam shaped lab mice.
The Ginger- Not so much mice as……hamsters. Pamsters. He he.
At this point, I got up to make a glass of water and when I sat down, this happened…..
The Ginger–isn’t that the episode where Anne Frank shanks Hitler?
The Blonde Giant–I think so, but not until the end, I mean, spoiler alert much?
Me- um, what just happened here. I was just gone a second.
The Ginger– well, let’s just boil it down to I made a completely inappropriate Holocaust joke. I mean, in general, holocaust jokes are in pretty bad taste, but I was really hitting below the belt. Sorry. Is there more bread?
The Blonde Giant– bad joke. No bread.
I feel a headache coming on. A headache that can only be cured by wine. And chocolate chip cookies.