Dec 24, 2009 20:48
I'm at my parents for the holidays/Little Brother's (Ack! 20th!) birthday.
Little Brother: "It's not going to work. The candle can't stand up in the tart."
Mum: "It's a special candle, it's special beeswax--"
LB: "It's not the wax, it's the size!" *Looks at the lemon tart with the single beeswax candle sticking out the middle.* "It looks like a fertility symbol!"
Mum: "It's fine! Look, I don't even need to hold it up any more, it's staying up on its own."
Later
LB: "I used to hate it when people corrected me when I spoke, but then I started doing it to other people and now it doesn't bother me."
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