Sunday Dinner

Sunday dinner with my mother Adah, my father Fred, and my three siblings was always lively.

On one occasion all of us, except my mother were in a silly mood and we began requesting, in rhyme, items at the table.

"Please pass the meat, Pete."

"May I have a potatah, Adah."

"I'd give you the moon for a spoon."

After several minutes of this, my mother had heard enough.

"Stop this nonsense now!" she shouted.

"It's Sunday, and I would like to enjoy my dinner with some good conversation, and not all this chatter."

Then she sat down, still in a huff, turned to my father and snapped,