It's customary in my family to thank whoever made or bought dinner every day. Dad had just bought us dinner out, so as we put on our seatbelts, Mom said, "Thank you for dinner, Tomas." For reasons too random too explain, sometimes his name will get... I was going to say Spanishized, but I suppose it's actually Latinized.
Her inflection on Tomas was so close that I couldn't resist: "Did you just say, 'Thank you for dinner, Dumbass?"
"No," she laughed, "That'd be quite a thank you, calling someone a dumbass."
"It did sort of sound like that's what you said," my Dad offered.
Mom and I started laughing harder, as she sputtered intermittent phrases of disbelief.
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