Conversations with my mother, Part #2: In which Mum is still concerned about the amount of food at the upcoming Chanukah party and inadvertantly creates a fancy-dress theme
Mum: Do you want me to bring anything to the party?
Me: No it’s fine.
Mum: I’ve bought some balaclava.
Me: Are you coming as a terrorist?
Mum: No! What do I mean?
Me: You mean baklava.
Mum: That’s right, balaclava. It’s just a small one.
Conversations with my mother, Part 1. In which Mum is concerned there won’t be enough food at my Chanukah party*
Mum: Do you want me to bring anything to your Chanukah party?
Me: Do you know how to make potato latkes?
Mum: Ugh! Never again! Not after the Queen’s Silver Jubilee.
Me: What’s it got to do with the Queen’s Silver Jubilee?
Mum: Me and your father, oh, we made over two hundred of them.
Me: Why did you make latkes for the Queen’s Silver Jubilee?
Mum: We were celebrating.