Me: “OK now, we’re in a hospital, so I need you two to behave like you have some common sense.”
Danger Monkey, age 10: “We have lots of common sense.”
Little Miss Thing, age 7: “We just choose to ignore it sometimes.”
Me: “OK now, we’re in a hospital, so I need you two to behave like you have some common sense.”
Danger Monkey, age 10: “We have lots of common sense.”
Little Miss Thing, age 7: “We just choose to ignore it sometimes.”
Me: “Man, I just love old country diners like this. I mean, look at the staff zipping around and sharing tasks. This place runs like a well-oiled machine.”
Wonderful Wife: “Well, there’s definitely enough grease to oil a machine.”
Things I Get To Say, School Carnival Edition:
“No, licking off the icing and throwing away the cupcake is not ‘Low Carb’.”
“It’s pronounced BYOOT. There is no such place as BUTT Montana.”
“You can keep the balloons in your shirt, but you must stop yelling, ‘I’VE GOT BOOBS’.”