I like these - overheard through the thin walls separating us from the universe next door.

Well, when I read the first one, I'm hoping it's a bread knife and I'm going to get a nice slice of homemade bread (mouth watering as I think of Hubby's homemade breads).

Goodness, domestic problems are unpleasant, but my mother never denied me, though she did wonder how I turned out to be almost 100 % like my Dad and very little like her.

I rarely drink wine (usually only when out to eat) but NEVER even thought of drinking in bed!!

Denied food?? Only when the kids were clamoring for sweets and supper was on the stove!

Actually, we allowed small 'tots' of white wine when it was a Holiday meal, though most of my kids didn't care for it. I always figured it was better for them to get a little controlled and supervised 'experience' with alcohol than have it be this "forbidden' item that would cause them trouble later. It seems to have worked. None of my kids had alcohol trouble in their teens.

You denied me food, and now you're denying me wine as well!

I love how language lessons tend to revolve around food and drink. Although usually not such interesting examples.