Tonight Mary attempted her first apple pie-ish thing. She wasn't sure how it would turn out, so when she served it for dessert she said, "If it's horrible, don't tell me."
She gave grandma a piece. Grandma says in her gruff voice, "Well first off, the apples are raw."
Apparently, Grandma mistook Mary's request.
I said, "Grandma, you weren't suppose to say anything!"
And she said, "Oh! I forgot! But these apples sure are hard!"
So then everyone else gets some of it, and sure, the apples could have been cooked a little longer, but it was still good, and I wasn't breaking teeth.
She continues, "You know Mary, you could have started by slicing the apples thinner."
Then G-ma says, "Can you hear me crunching?"