Pai: (Trying to shake salt into his soup from a plugged up saltshaker)
Me: Man, it is humid!
Pai: Yup. This isn’t working.
Hank: It’s my fault.
Me: No, it is so humid from all the rain that the salt is sticking to the inside of the shaker and not falling out.
Pai: It’s not your fault, Hank. I just need to unclog it.
Hank: No, you guys don’t understand. It’s my fault.
Me: It is not about blame. These things happen naturally.
Hank: (putting his hand on my hand) No, really. Mama, while you were in the kitchen I was shaking salt into my soup and I was shaking and not looking and I plopped the top of the saltshaker in my soup.
Me: You dunked it?
Hank: I dunked it. It was an accident.
Me: (trying not to laugh)
Pai: Well in that case… (totally sarcastic fake scolding) Hank! This is ALL YOUR FAULT!
Me: (taking on a bad British granny accent) How careless of you. Oh My! Ring for the servants. Something must be done about this!
Hank: (utterly devastated and dramatic) I have ruined everything!
All three: (positively purple with laughter)