( court jester ) 

                              “Well…Uh…
                                      They’re delicious and I don’t
                                       wanna say that I do what I
                                       want because  you and Scott
                                       are like most of my impulse
                                       control.

                       That’s because there were no
                        hungry Jewish teenagers in
                        kindergarten who finally found
                        the best recipe for latkes in the
                        world.”

                “Mmm, no–…but if you had wound up being a hungry
                 jewish teenager that was still in Kindergarten, I wouldn’t
                 have been surprised.”

   { It sounds harsh, but she’s definitely joking,
    a small and tight-lipped smile punctuating the
    end of her pointed words; cushioning them and
    protecting his speckled flesh from their barbs. }

                                                “Drinking this early? Clearly, you’ve been spending 
                                                  too much time with my mother this holiday season."