Saying Grace
My family is historically Jewish, though we’re not really religious. Point is, I didn’t really know anything about any other religions. So I was like maybe 6 or 7 years old, and I was invited to a sleepover at my friend’s house. Everything seemed to be going great… until it came time for dinner.
As was tradition in my own home, when food was brought to the dining room table, I just immediately began eating what was placed in front of me. This was met with a firm “Ahem! What do you think you’re doing?” from my friend’s father.
I’m like “Um… eating?”, but the father was like “Well in this house, we say grace before we eat!” I’d never heard of the term at all. And so… in trying to do what the man asked of me, I meekly, simply said “grace”. You’d think I’d just barfed on his dining room table with how red he turned. CrashCrashDummy