I may not be my mom's favorite child...
But I know I am the first one that comes to mind when the police show up.
Father: "Hold your horses, son."
5-year-old: "I don't have any horses."
Father: "It means calm down."
5-year-old: "I can't, my horses are gone."
I come from a large family, five sisters and three brothers. My sisters and I were looking through the family photo album one day. Picture after picture, we were all dressed in matching clothes. I asked my mother why she dressed us all alike, right down to the baby.
She explained, "When we had just four children, I dressed you alike so we wouldn't lose any of you. Then," she added, looking at the pictures in the album, "When the other four came along, I started dressing you alike so we won't pick up any that don't belong to us."
Matt: "It's times like this that I wish I'd listened to what my Dad always said."
Jake: "What did he say?"
"I don't know, I wasn't listening."