Mom had made steak and salad for dinner. Mom, Dad and I were sitting at the island eating our food when Dad asked, "Hey, how's the salad? It's good, right?"

I dropped my fork from the Caesar salad and said, "Don't do that." He innocently shot me a questioning look. "Don't ask me how food is because that usually means you did something to it."

"You're right," he said as I ate a fork full of lettuce and dressing. "We did do something. Those aren't pork bacon bits in the salad. They're sheep bacon bits." Mom laughed at him and asked what he was talking about. "You know... baaa."

I tried ignoring him.

I ate some salad wih the bacon and he said, "baaaaa."

Mom laughed and I tried eating more.

"Baaaaa."

I ate more and he spoke again.

"Baaa."

You must know that now Mom is laughing so hard, she's about to fall off her chair.

I finally gave up, stopping eating the salad. I cut some steak and put it on the fork.

And I went to eat it, Dad said, "Mooooo."