Last Sunday, over steak dinner with Tony and my family I unintentionally said this, "Do not dictate to me what condiments I can and cannot use on my food."
Say that sentence to yourself and tell me what two words stick out. Yes, it is childish but at the time it was really funny and best of all, it was my dad that caught it first. Somehow, off color humor always pops up around my family's dinner table when we least expect it. Tony quickly followed up that little moment with a conversation about how people classify one thing pornographic but not others and what elements lead to something being deemed pornographic.
All in all, it was a savory and proper Sunday dinner for all who attended.