My mother and brother recently went to New Jersey to visit relatives.
The morning of the day they were coming back, my uncle, grandmother, mother and brother were sitting around the breakfast table watching my grandmother feed dog biscuits to her dog.
Twenty minutes later, they were sitting around the breakfast table sampling the dog biscuits, trying to identify the flavors, pointing out which tasted the most like what it was supposed to, and deciding which was the best overall.
That’s my blood, y’all.