My Mother the Cook

My mom used to be a vegetarian, and now she's just really, really into health food and organic stuff. Instead of making regular hot dogs, she makes low-fat-low-sodium-chicken-dogs. Naturally. 

Now, those things are GROSS. After much complaining on my behalf, (and a little from my brothers') my mom decided to try getting regular kosher hot dogs for a change. (In addition to her chicken-dogs, of course.) Here's a not-so-quiet exchange that just happened between my brother and my mother. My mom was in the kitchen, and my brother was in the living room. So, naturally, they both found the need to scream instead of one joining the other. 

This was a pretty quick witted conversation, especially for an 8-year old and his mom.

Note: My mother's idea of a, "Regular hot dog," is a fake looking red hot dog that happens to be kosher, nasty, organically artificial, and possibly vegetarian.

 

Mom: "Son, do you want the chicken dogs or the regular hot dogs?"

Brother: "I'll have the chicken dogs!"

Mom: "Really? Because I got these really good all-beef kosher ho-"

Brother: "I'll have the really good all-beef kosher hot dogs!"

Yeah!

I just thought that was amusing at the time.