Scene: Sitting in a restaurant eating an appetizer. There are little ledges with plexi-glass partitions up between sections. The ledge at our table has a lemon wedge sitting on the other side of the glass from our table.
Dad: (noticing the lemon): Who put that pigeon on the window. ...Pigeon? Where the hell did that come from? Pigeon. I mean, lemon.
We've been re-naming things all day:
"Where is Dollywood? Is that in Lemon Forge?"
"I don't want Coke; do we have any Pigeon-ade?"
We're kind of relentless in my family.
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