Here is a classic tale of how family dinners happen in my house:
Dinner time conversation usually involves a good amount of philosophical and political debate, that often ends in me saying "Okay good talk," and leaving the table, or saying "LOVE EACH OTHER" to my parents.
After dinner I'm washing my hands when my father says something to my mother and she pokes him with her fork.
"YOU JUST POKED ME IN THE CHEST WITH A FORK!" my dad exclaims.
"Yes I did." - My mother, ever cool.
"You could have stabbed my heart!"
"Well I guess I should have pushed harder."
Ahh, marriage.
I guess I should throw in that this is just how humour works in my house and my mother was not actually trying to kill anyone
as far as I know.
Here is an unrelated pic that I know contains some colourful language but isn't that cancelled out by the baby?
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