One weekend afternoon, mum and I were chatting in the living room, while dad was on his laptop in the bedroom. We start feeling a bit hungry, so she gets a plate of cherries from the kitchen. On the way back to the living room:
Mom to dad: “Can I give you a plate of cherries? They’re nicely ripe and beautifully chilled.”
Mom: “Get lost.”
She comes back to the living, and less than five minutes later:
Dad: “What are you guys eating?”
Mom: “Cherries! I asked you!”
Dad: “Show me.”
Mom, holding up a single cherry: “Here. See. Look. Observe. Don’t eat. Only see.” And dissolves into giggles.
My silly parents.