It’s close to dinnertime. I hear my grandma making a ruckus in the kitchen. I go down to assess the situation. She’s got a bowl of Cheetos in front of her and she’s munching away.
Me: Really? It’s almost dinner? And you’ve chosen to eat shit instead of the dinner I’ve cooked for you?
Grandma: Sometimes it feels good to eat shit! Go Shit! (in Yiddish).
And now I realized where I got the mouth I have…..