As any Non-McDonell can tell you, dinner at our house feels like a NC-17 variety show most of the time. Here is just one sample of a conversation: (I will completely understand if you never accept a dinner invite...)
Riley: I am cheif of the gonads!
Mom: (choking on the dinner...)
Riley: What? They are like stockings right?
Mom: Um. No Riley. They are testicles.
Riley: Oh! Then I am DEFINITELY the chief!
Jensen: I'm the princess then!
Mom: Oh dear god! We are so wrong!!!!!
So if you need dinner conversation tips... don't call us.
