Some doings on a visit with my parents:

1) I discover an invasive species that's taken hold towards the front of their lot and I go to pull it out, though I ask some neighbors who are sitting out on a porch-swing if I can come around through their yard for one section of that, because that's the easiest method of access to go and take it out.

"Of course," the one (old) (white) (lady) is like. "We won't shoot you."

2) After I've peeled and sliced a cucumber from the local farmer's market near my parents' house, I bring a slice over to my father, so he can taste how good it is.

And, he grabs that little round slice, and he gestures with it in a cross-form as he puts on a solemn face, intoning, "In nomine patro filio..."

(His Latin was wrong, but he got the joke across.)