Family dinner

I honestly get so used to conversations at Larissa's family Family Dinner that I forget how dysfunctional they are.

I've started doing crossfit, and as it is exceedingly above my skill level, my arms are very sore from it. I swear my forearms have gotten bigger; no, not from muscle mass gain, but from pain, damage and being swollen.  I mention it to my mother, I say "Mom, do my forearms look bigger?"

My brother, ever interested in sparking fights among my parents and me says "MAYBE YOU'RE GAINING WEIGHT. ARE YOU PREGNANT, LARISSA?"

I reply as I would with any accusation of the sort and say that Yes, yes I am!
SPOILER: I'm not.

Meanwhile my father is sitting at the other end of the table, and starts flexing his own arms at me. He rolls up his sleeve and flexes his forearm, saying "Yeah well, look at THESE forearms!"

"Wow Dad, that must mean you're pregnant too, right?" I ask him

"Well he sure looks pregnant." - Mother

SPOILER: He's not. He just has a beer belly.

Fin.