conversations with my host parents

Host mom: What's that?

Host dad: What?

Host mom: That thing you're eating.

Host dad: It's cheese, a special kind of cheese I brought for myself.

Host mom: Well, aren't you going to offer Tara any?

Tara: Oh no, you don't have to--

Host dad: Tara, do you want some cheese?

Tara: Well, sure, only if you don't mind--

Host mom: And I want some too. Look, Tara, men are so greedy. They never offer to share anything. It's so rude.

Host dad: Aha! Now I see! Women take everything right out from under your nose. I'll have to be more careful in the future!

Host dad: There you go. But that's ALL THE CHEESE YOU'RE GETTING.

Host mom: Do you like this cheese, Tara?

Host dad: Of course she does, it's from Belgium. Tara likes Belgians. Aren't Mennonites from Belgium or something like that?

Host mom: She does not! She likes the Chileans.

Host dad: Oh, that's true. Only the Latinos.

Tara: What?!?

Host mom: Let's just say it's obvious...

Tara: Okay, I have to get going. Thanks for the tea!

Host dad: Where are you going?

Tara: I have to keep working on my essay.

Host mom: BORING!

Host dad: Super boring.

Host mom: Are you going to go out this weekend, or are you going to be boring?

Tara: It's only Monday! I have time!

Host mom: Good luck...