My kids are so open to experiencing culture.
They'll try anything, from chicken tenders at an Indian restaurant to chicken tenders at a Mexican restaurant.
Diner: "Pardon me, waiter, but what kind of pie it is?"
Waiter: "What does it taste like?"
Diner: "I don't know."
Waiter: "Then what's the difference?"
I opened my birthday card and loads of rice fell out.
I knew right away who sent it...
It was my Uncle Ben.
Why was the tearful strawberry looking so blue?
She was getting razzed by the neighbors.