the players, the setting: brother bear, the dad, and i are hanging out at grandma's house. the super-catholic-yet-secretly-hindu grandma, who is awesome and occasionally says hilarious/baffling things.
as it so often is at this particular grandma's house, it is ice cream time. the dad, brother bear, and i have retreated to the kitchen to serve up gluttonously large bowls of ice cream (since all we've had so far has been thanksgiving leftovers and three pieces of pie each), when grandma starts talking to the dad.
grandma: "there's some cheese in there."
the dad: (rather perplexed, but not about to argue with her about what she can or can't eat [the dad's grandma-feeding philosophy is that once a person reaches a certain age {in her case, really really old,} they should be able to eat whatever they want, whenever they want it.]) "oh. you want me to melt some cheese on there?"
grandma: (sort of shocked that he would imply such a ridiculous thing.) "no, not me. the young people prefer cheese."
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1 year ago
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after having talked this out with at least 8 people, i still don't understand. i did think i was going to fall over from laughing so hard.
yeah, i was kind of wondering about that too. i think this is just one of those things, like grandpa and the weasel.
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