We aren't known for eating at the kitchen table, but every once in a while we try to get Eryn to spend some time there and cultivate a few manners that might transfer to a nice restaurant. This evening we tricked her into finding the kitchen table interesting by putting two tapered candles in my parents' 40 year old candle holders and promising Eryn she could blow them out after dinner. It worked somewhat, and after dinner she reached over, grabbed a candle, blew it out and announced, "It's like there's a little incest in our house."
She thought about it for a second, and then corrected herself. "Incense." Yeah...I won't be sending that one to Reader's Digest's "Life in These United States" column anytime soon.
2 comments:
Funny! Though you're from Buffalo right? So how abnormal is incest in that area?
Nope - not from Buffalo, but close. Monticello. A full 10 miles straight up the road. I knew people from Buffalo.
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