The other day, my mother was bringing me home from yet another MRI, and she had asked me what I was going to do the rest of the afternoon.

Bubbie: Okay sweetheart, what are you going to do this afternoon?

Me: Well, Max has Cantor.

Bubbie: Max has cancer?

Me: (looking annoyed) Cancer? Is there anything else that could sound like what I said?

Bubbie: I don’t know?

Me: Really? Think about it.

Bubbie: Max has dancer?

Me: Max has prancer and prixon. No! Max has the cantor!

Bubbie: Ohhh, the cantor.

Me: …And you couldn’t make that leap?