As overheard in our house, on Friday, and transcribed not quite verbatim here.
Me: When are you going to make hamantaschen?
Rachel: I already made hamantaschen.
Me: But do you think you’ll make more?
Rachel: Why would I make more?
Me: Well, because I kind of wrote this article about you making hamantaschen for the blog.
Me: But then I sold the article to Interfaith Family.
Rachel: Uh huh ...
Me: And so now I need you to make more hamantaschen so that I can take a photo.
Rachel: This is the most twisted kind of Jewish guilt I have ever experienced.
Me: At least I can write off the apricots and dried prunes.
Rachel: They’re really just Fig Newtons, you know.