"It'd be like giving a donkey strawberries," Mama declared- in response to what I cannot quite remember now.
Papa turned from around the workbench and sure enough, was just putting a chopped strawberry onto his rice pudding.
He indicated to his bowl and smiled at Mama. "Are you calling me a donkey then?" he asked.
Mama stared pointedly at his crotch and then said, pan-faced, "Absolutely not."
I think a little part of me died when those words left her mouth.