While riding in the car with Mom and The Old Man, Daniel was scolded about something. No one can remember what it was exactly, but after a few minutes of smoldering in the back seat of the van Daniel asked, "Dad? We can't call our fathers old windbags, can we?"
Silence. Daniel keeps the conversation flowing.
"Mom? We can't call our mothers old hags, can we?"
Mom deigns to not respond. The Old Man asked, "Daniel? We can't call our sons fat tubs of lard, can we?"
"No," Daniel responds gravely. "No, we can't."
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He sure makes me laugh.
This one was funny, but would have been better with consistent tense.
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