“Pass the milk, please,” said my older sister Janine.
“Why? Is it failing?” I asked. I cracked up.
My mother shook her head. My father made a face. Janine just looked at me.
“It’s a pun,” I explained.
“We know,” said my mother. She smiled a little bit.
“As a humorous application of a word designed to play on two of its meanings, it was somewhat funny,” said Janine. “Now, may I please have the milk?”