Passover those balls, please!
Apr. 24th, 2005 06:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jay_mooseUnfortunately, my brain does not have the capacity to fit the full conversation, but in a clincher...
My family, seated at the passover table, were praising my mom's matzoh balls.
My uncle made a comment "Yeah, how'd she get so good with those balls?"
which i found to be highly subliminal *snicker*, and said so.
Dad, frightened of his poor little girl's virgin ears, defended, "No! no that was not subliminal! not in the slightest! no, you hear wrong, those are NOT subliminal!"
Alas, daddy dear, i am 17.
So they continued their balls banter, until i joined in. When they realized i was in on the subliminization, they were surprised, but the conversation continued, plus me, all soaring over the head of my 8 year old cousin.
Or so we thought.
After someone reached for another, i remarked, "Well, you can never have enough balls, huh?"
to this there was laughter and agreement, teasing.
Until Jack, 8 year old Jack, declared. "Unless they'reTHESE balls!" and proceeded to point southward.
I was the only one who heard, and my head almost hit my soup.
Then a table collapsed, crashing everything, and people cleaned. Dinner was served, which ends my entry.
My family, seated at the passover table, were praising my mom's matzoh balls.
My uncle made a comment "Yeah, how'd she get so good with those balls?"
which i found to be highly subliminal *snicker*, and said so.
Dad, frightened of his poor little girl's virgin ears, defended, "No! no that was not subliminal! not in the slightest! no, you hear wrong, those are NOT subliminal!"
Alas, daddy dear, i am 17.
So they continued their balls banter, until i joined in. When they realized i was in on the subliminization, they were surprised, but the conversation continued, plus me, all soaring over the head of my 8 year old cousin.
Or so we thought.
After someone reached for another, i remarked, "Well, you can never have enough balls, huh?"
to this there was laughter and agreement, teasing.
Until Jack, 8 year old Jack, declared. "Unless they'reTHESE balls!" and proceeded to point southward.
I was the only one who heard, and my head almost hit my soup.
Then a table collapsed, crashing everything, and people cleaned. Dinner was served, which ends my entry.
