Mom: O God, S gave us really big sweets. I sent some of it to grandma.
Me: Okay, great!
Mom: They looked just like penises.
Me: I don't even know what's weird. The fact that you will probably offer me a penis for dessert, or the fact that you sent penis shaped sweets to your own mother!
And then she went on to talk about something which was totally unrelated. I think it was an attempt to distract me. Well, it did. Till after dinner:
Mom: Here, have a penis.
I declined politely.
My brain wanted to scream a little bit. Cause seriously? I don't need to know how my mother envisions a penis and then eat it in front of her for chrissakes!
And this is why I would like to think I dreamt this up.