One evening, when I was about six, my mum and I were sitting at the kitchen table eating strawberries and ice cream, and my dad came downstairs with bare feet, having just had a bath, and he unwittingly stepped on a strawberry which had been dropped on the floor. It squished between every toe, and he laughed, and laughed, and we laughed with him. To this day, I don't know why it was so hilarious to him, but we still laugh about it anyway.