Dessert wasn't delicious so you had to bring up pussy grabbing. While the cats tongued up water from their bowl you joked about a blossoming clitoris (mine) doing its blossoming at the thought of a pussy (mine) being grabbed. Someone laughed on the other side of the table. Not because it was funny, or maybe funny has a new voice, but because the pussy you were referring to belonged to your daughter. The laugh from the other side of the table belonged to her husband. There was a small girl once tethered to the pussy at the table watching pastel ponies on a handheld screen. It's not ok to joke about this. But men do, men joke about this, doesn't make it right, but they do it anyway. Just like you did it anyway and the man at the table, the husband laughed anyway because he was dreaming of funnier things, like people falling but not hurting themselves or maybe it was funny after all and perhaps the pussy should lighten up. But sir, the pussy is heavy. The pussy contains the world and the world's teeth are revealing themselves. Watch as your grabbing hands are devoured one by one. Don't worry about fetching the mop bucket, the cats will happily lick up the mess.