Daughter: Mom
just bawled me out for eating with my fingers.
Father: Well, you should have known better. It isn't very clean.
Daughter: If the food isn't clean enough to pick up with your fingers, it isn't
fit to eat. |
Father: Aren't
you ashamed to be at the bottom of your class of twenty-eight?
Son: Oh, it's not that bad.
Father: What do you mean, not that bad?
Son: Suppose there were fifty. |
Father: Don't
you feel better now that you've gone to the dentist?
Son: Sure do. He wasn't in. |
Father: I don't
like the crowd you hang around with.
Son: That's all right. They don't like you either. |
Father: My
grandfather fought in the World War, and his father fought in the war before that.
Son: Gee, our folks couldn't get along with anybody, could they? |
Father: When
I was a young man I thought nothing of a ten-mile walk.
Son: Well, I don't think much of it, either. |
Father: While
you're in the kitchen could you tell me what the big hand is on?
Son: A chocolate chip cookie. |
Father: Whose
fingerprints are those on the door I just painted?
Son: Not mine, I kick the door when I come in. |
Father: Why
are you looking under your bed?
Child: I was looking to see if I lost any sleep. |
Father: Why
did you chase our dog with a fish hook?
Son: The vet said the dog had worms. |
