Longevity buns were just placed on the table. They vaguely resemble buttocks, prompting hubby’s cousin, Ian, to call them bums.
Jaime: Would you like a bum?
Jaime: Can I use my fingers?
Ian: [pause] You can use your fingers on my bum.
Nelson: Don’t pick his bum!
Nelson proceeds to squeeze the lotus paste out of the crack of the bun.
Hard to believe, but the three of us really are adults. Oh, oh! My biggest compliment ever – hubby’s 12-year-old cousin thought I was only 20! Thankfully she thought this before the ‘bum’ incident…