Burnt Toast

(It’s my grandfather’s 90th birthday. Extended family members from four states have come to celebrate. It’s dessert time during the dinner party and people have been making toasts. My aunt gets up and raises her glass of wine.)

Aunt: “I’d just like to say how much I appreciate my dad for being so open and accepting of what his kids wanted to do with their lives—”

Cousin: “Mom, you made that toast already. Five minutes ago.”

Aunt: “I did?”

All Of Us: “YES!”

Aunt: “Well, I want to make it again!”

(Clearly, we’d all been toasting too much already.)