Next thing I know, Dad snatched it up, saying, "You'd better not leave that there; you might get food stains all over it. A nice new book like that."
I was transported back over the years to childhood, when any amount of toys had thusly been snatched from my grasp, along with admonishments about 'No toys at the table!'
Dad deposited the book on a chair out of my reach, and noticed me shaking with laughter.
"What's so funny about that?" he demanded.
I couldn't answer for the longest time, and only then in between wiping tears from my eyes. I don't think he was amused. Afterwards I realized his ulterior motive was to make room for his paper!