Dad: "That isn't very nice but it's a reasonable fat simile."
They had prepared quite the spread with steak, corn, salad, and everyone had their own favorite side. The father had prepared his own signature spice blend and was encouraging everyone to try it. The son tried a little bit on his mac and cheese. Unfortunately he began coughing as it was too spicy, but was able to rinse it down with a bit of water and was fine.
The daughter didn't believe it could be as spicy as her brother claimed, so she put some of the spice blend on her mashed potatoes. She took a big bite and after a bit her face turned red and she began coughing and spluttering and went and got herself a glass of milk in order to help with the spiciness.
The mother laughed, knowing that the blend was spicy, but decided to try some anyway on her fries. She was conservative with her application, and could handle her spice better than her children so she thought she would be fine. And, if it weren't for a small bit of fry trying to go down the wrong pipe, causing her to cough, splutter and wheeze, she would have made it out unscathed.
Finally the father, after having witnessed that none of his family were able to master his own homemade spice blend, added it to every bit of his meal. The steak, the corn, his green beans and even his salad. He the requested some of each of the others' sides, and added the spices to some mac and cheese, mashed potatoes and fries as well. Then, to show he was not joking around, he added some hot sauce to top it all off. He began happily chowing down on every bit of it, completely unconcerned with the level of spice. He did not turn red, he did not cough, he did not splutter, he did not wheeze.
However, in his gusto to complete the meal, he was eating faster than he normal would and a half-chewed piece of steak unfortunately made it down the wrong pipe. His eyes went wide. Still, he did not cough, he did not splutter, he did not wheeze. But, he did begin to turn red. And then, he began to turn blue. Seeing that her husband was choking, the mother got up from the table and started trying to give the heimlich to the father. It didn't seem to be working until suddenly -- p-tooo, out came the piece of steak. Then the father coughed, spluttered and wheezed.
As he tried to regain his breath, his family heard that he was trying to say something between coughing fits. A 'thank you' to his wife, most likely. Or perhaps he was trying to say he should have slowed down and not eaten so fast to show them up. When he finally got
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(Context: we are deciding what shirts to wear for family pictures)
Brother: I have a blue dress shirt, but it’s a little over the top
Dad: Don’t all shirts go over the top?
We walked into him giggling having just asked Alexa to change the lights to blue.
My brother is still cracking up and very proud.
Around the breakfast table we were discussing what kinds of things in nature are naturally blue.
Me: I think the blood of the horseshoe crab is blue.
Brother: What's a horseshoe crab?
Dad: You might know it as a king crab.
Me: No, that's another... ooooh.
And groans ensued.
In the car with my brother and parents, heading out to a restaurant. Brother brings up a ski trip we're going on...
Brother: "I'm probably going to take it easy for the first day or two. Ski a couple blue squares, just do some minor things-"
Dad: "Dig for gold?"
Waitress: "My name's Blue Ann if you need anything."
Brother: "What's your name if we don't need anything?"
