I don’t know if all families have our weird sense of humor or if it’s just us, but it works. Some people have peaceful, serious, thoughtful dinner conversation. And we have this:

*bing* The grill signals that the next round of burgers is done cooking. George gets up.
Sherry: Oh, you don’t need two buns, I only put on a second one for you, I only felt like having the one tonight.
George: Aw, that’s too bad, I was going to give you the bun that I just dropped on the floor.
Sherry: Joke’s on you, I farted in the bun bag.
George: You’re freaked out.
Hayley and Breanna: *laughing hysterically at the mention of the word “fart”*

Who wants to come over for dinner?