My mother and father were a gas at the dinner table. My father would point at whatever he wanted. My mother would tell him to ask for it if he wanted it. He would go right on eating without gravy for his potatoes or whatever and my mother would finally give in and hand him the item. At least once a week the above scene would play out and my sister and I had to sit there and not dare laugh.
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