We think we’re funny and here’s some proof…
Me: Were you in my jewelry box?
Daughter: Yes I was. I was looking in it.
Me: Well okay, but you need to put the lid down. And besides, it is my jewelry.
Daughter: For now.
Dad: You’re so cute when you mad.
Daughter: Well I’m about to get adorable.
Son2: What the big deal? I took the dog for a walk.
Dad: It wasn’t me, your mother was more worried.
Son2: I mean it’s not like I just let her loose to eat people.
Dad: Son, talk to your mother. She’s the one without faith in you.
Son2: Did you just fart and knock something off your bed?
Daughter after a shopping trip, talking to her grandfather: Yep, grammie just kept signing and signing and signing.
Grandpa to Grammie: I’m going to need your credit card.
Son2 as a toddler to the grocery store clerk: Yeeaah, I just got back in town.
Clerk: You’re so cute. You just got back in town?
Son2: Yeeah, I just got out of jail.
Clerk: You did!
Son2: Yeeah, I killed a man.
Clerk: That’ll be $25.20 please.
Son2: You’re not nearly as funny as you think you are.
Me: You’re grounded Chuckles. I’m a barrel of laughs.
Son2: Mom, do you want grandchildren?
Me: Don’t take this personally, but no. You kids are such a pain in the ass, I don’t think I want anything you’ve produced.
Son2: Yeah I know. I’m a pain in my own ass. Cool.
Husband: The clothes are not done until they are put away.
Me: How about I put them away on the front lawn. Is that put away enough for you?
Me: Where’d you get your sensitivity training? Auschwitz?