Last night my dad and I spent part of the evening at my aunt's house.
We were playing a game with my cousins, a couple of uncles, and my aunt.
At some point during the game my cousin got up to fix sandwiches for everyone.
I took one bite and was clearly reminded of my family's biggest argument:
Is there truly a difference in the taste between Miracle Whip and Mayonnaise?
I say there is...and it's a big difference. My brother-in-law is on my side.
My sister thinks we're nuts.
Can you tell a difference?
My aunt served chocolate mousse cake for dessert.
It was amazingly delicious.
She put the cake on the table and said, "This has to be gone before you leave here."
I had already given half of my cake to my gorilla of a cousin.
I knew there would be no way my dad would eat another piece.
One of my uncles is diabetic and I knew he wouldn't eat more.
It was going to come down to my cousins and my Uncle McKay, but he had already pushed his plate away.
My cousin Brigham, who just turned 22 whispered to his sisters and me, "Watch this."
As my dad and uncles carried on a philosophical discussion Brigham slowly and subtly pushed the cake towards my Uncle McKay.
He would push the plate a little bit and then stop...push it again and stop.
This continued until the cake plate was right up next to Uncle McKay's plate.
Like it was orchestrated, my uncle picked up a knife and sliced himself another piece of cake.
When he was finished, my aunt picked up the knife and did the same.
The philosophical discussion continued while my cousins and I snickered in the background.
When they had finished their second piece of cake both my uncle and my aunt moved their plates from in front of them.
My cousin smiled and said 'Watch.'
He continued to push the plate of cake closer to my uncle until it was right in front of him.
After a minute my uncle picked up his fork and started eating the cake right off of the plate it was on.
There were no snickers now.
We were full on laughing...with tears in our eyes.
My Uncle Gordon, who was sitting at the other end of the table, and who was just ornery enough to be humorous finally stopped the philosophical discussion and hollered, "WHAT IS GOING ON?"
I don't think we stopped laughing for 10 minutes.
That laughter was just what the doctor ordered.