I'll leave you with this chuckle, hoping that it will inspire all of us to attempt CPR on one of the most endearing customs to ever bless our human family.
* * * *"Sunday dinner with my mother Adah, my father Fred, and my three siblings was always lively. On one occasion all of us, except my mother were in a silly mood and we began requesting, in rhyme, items at the table.
"Please pass the meat, Pete."
"May I have a potatah, Adah."
"I'd give you the moon for a spoon."
After several minutes of this, my mother had heard enough.
"Stop this nonsense now!" she shouted.
"It's Sunday, and I would like to enjoy my dinner with some good conversation, and not all this chatter."
Then she sat down, still in a huff, turned to my father and snapped,
"Pass the bread, Fred."
(Taken from Daily Chuckle archives)