Grand­moth­er: So my friend gave me dog bis­cuits for my birth­day.
Teen girl: But you don’t have a dog.
Grand­moth­er: She knew I would ap­pre­ci­ate them, dear.
Teen girl: And it is­n’t your birth­day.
Grand­moth­er: That does­n’t mat­ter. I was go­ing to save them for the Box­er that young man brings around the home, but I got hun­gry around noon.
Teen girl: Oh no. You did­n’t.
Grand­moth­er: What? It’s not as if I ate them plain. I boiled a cup of cof­fee and dipped them.

Fram­ming­ham, Mass­a­chu­setts