Arriving home from work last night I saw that my son and daughter sat in silence. I asked what was wrong.
"Nothing's wrong, daddy," my daughter replied. "We're playing a game."
"What's the game?" I asked.
"Marriage," my son sighed.
Pride is what you feel when your kids net $143 from a garage sale.
Panic is what you feel when you realize your car is missing.
A family who had just moved into a new neighborhood was anxious to make a good impression. But the neighbors seemed cold and made no overtures of welcome. The mother of the brood was overjoyed when finally her youngest son ran in and announced happily,
"Mommy, the lady down the street asked my name today!"
"Oh, how nice!" exclaimed the mother enthusiastically. "And then what did she do?"
"Then she gave it to the policeman," the boy said.
Daisy whispered in her husband’s ear, “Ask my mother about dinner.”
Donald, her husband, obediently asked, “Mother-in-law, did you have dinner at home or would you like to go back home and have it?”