"Oh my God," screamed Mommy, "You went and ate the Baby."
"What baby?" asked Daddy. "You know that's just the last of the leftover
"Donkey, my ass!" said Mommy with some sentience. "Do you think I don't
recognize my own baby? Why I can still see his little privates
caught in the gap between your front teeth. How many times have I
told you to take only what's on the *top* two shelves of the freezer?"
"But there wasn't a thing to eat," cried Daddy.
"And am I not the master of my own?"
"Nothing to eat?
What about the elephant testicles in aspic that I put up for you
just last week in the ball jar? Our very first baby, too," wailed
Mommy, "that I was saving for Christmas dinner."
"Testicles, testicles," said Daddy. "A man gets tired of testicles."
- -- L. L. Zeiger