A new misadventure in the art of dinner conversations. Last night my family was having leftovers. After the usual complaining, we sat down and began to eat. After 15 minutes, my eight-year old sister (yes, the same one that was lost during laser tag) had still only finished her rice, and had not even started on her meat or broccoli. She made the mistake of deciding to tell a knock-knock joke, while my parents were starting to give her meaningful looks.
Sister:(to dad) knock-knock.
Dad: who's there?
Sister: boo.
Dad: boo who?
Sister: (laughs like there's no tomorrow)
At which point my mom says:
Knock-knock
Sister: who's there?
Mom: (angrily) EAT YOUR DINNER!
Sister:(giggling) eat your dinner who?
Mom: EAT YOUR DINNER NOW!
That's when my dad broke in with the "you're such a slow eater look at you you've barley touched you food and everyone's almost done how could you eat so slowly hurry up and eat!" talk. (haven't we all had this one?) I excused myself to conceal my laughter.
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