foreword: my sister has a history of--well, not knowing what stuff is. a classic example would be the time that we were explaining to her what our days would be like when we went on vacation to key west--let's just say it involved all of us drinking a lot of cocktails. anyway, after much discussion, she finally asked "um, so what exactly is in a cocktail? is it just rum and coke or something?"
setting: yummy italian restaurant for big furry bear's birthday dinner. big furry bear and tim go up to the bar to have a smoke, b.j., b.g., and i remain at the table.
b.j.: hey you guys, should we order vinny his free birthday cannoli while he's gone?
me and b.g.: *still talking amongst ourselves, probably about something dumb. like bring sexy back, but needing a receipt.*
b.j.: *impatiently* hey! should we order vinny's birthday cannoli while he's up at the bar?
me: he can order it when he gets back. calm down, girl!
b.g.: she probably just wants it to get here soon so she can find out what a cannoli is.
b.j.: *laughing* oh my god, you're totally right.
afterword: anyway, for the record, my sister is not dumb at all. in fact, she graduates college in two months. i suppose questions such as the above are just part of being one's big sister. and, yes, i know that there is nothing wrong with not knowing what a cannoli is. it was just a really classic b.j. moment, and it made me smile.