Characters: Mom, Dad, Five-year-old, Six-year-old
Setting: Dinner Table
Five y.o.: Mommy, will you marry me? (Head in mom's lap, muffled tone.)
Mom: I'm already married.
Dad: Did he just ask you to marry him?
Mom: Yeah. Pass the salt, please.
Dad: I was about his age when I asked my mom to marry me.
Six y.o.: (To Dad) Because she was so cute?
Dad: Noooo. She was a biggun. She was -
Mom: Be careful here.
Dad: What?! She was fat.
Mom: She was big.
Dad: No, she was obese. Right up until the day she died.
Six y.o.: Did she have a disease?
Mom: Yes. She had diabetes.
Five y.o.: Awwww. Poor little fat mama.
Dad: Um - can I get a little empathy here?