Conversation at our Christmas dinner table

My mother:  "Your father telephoned Aunt Gertrude."

Me: "Really dad? Did she (meaning my mother) make you call up your sister?" (My father doesn’t like telephones and avoids them as much as possible.)

My father: "She did."

Me: "And. How was Aunt Gertrude?"

My father: "Judging by her voice she’s getting old."

Me: "Remind me. How old is Aunt Gertrude?"

My father: "104"


my father (89) and his sister Gertrude.