Her sister glowered at her, as only sisters can.
"Toast," she said darkly. "There's always toast." Funny how Mom's words are recalled if and only if your sister needs to hear them.
"I'll have some lasagne, Mom." The recipient of the glare was defiant.
"Sure, angel." Knowing the worst was yet to come.
"How can you eat lasagne?" the glowerer sputtered. "You're a vegetarian. You said so." And we have all had to put up with this, her tone implied.
"Yes, I am. I am still a vegetarian. I just make an exception for lasagne."
"Oh." pondered the glowerer. And then in her most sarcastic tone yet - "So you're an exceptionarian."
We have them in all our families. the exceptionistas. The vegetarians who just have bacon. Or one of my very veg friends who confessed to a toasted chicken mayonnaise fetish recently. I love her so much.