THIS is why I need to post stories about my mother on this blog.

setting: Saturday night. Dinner at my parents house.

attendees: the KKs, my parents, Mr. KK's parents, and Mr. KK's aunt and uncle.

We just sat down to dinner, and were passing plates around and filling them with stuffed pork roast, garlic mashed potatoes and artichoke casserole.

We were joking with Mr. KK's uncle, who doesn't like it when his food touches on the plate.

And then my mother said, "Well, maybe we should get you a separated dick."

((awkward silence))

And then, bursts of laughter. We just couldn't.help.ourselves.

"Dish!" my mom cries. "I meant separated dish!"

Too late.