(My teacher has a funny, and sometimes odd, sense of humour. Everyone loves her. It is just after we have returned from lunch break and are about to start English. Someone knocks on the classroom door.)

Teacher: “Come in if you’re good looking.”

(We hear the voice of our headmaster and start giggling.)
Headmaster: “Aw, man! Now I can’t come in. Miss [Teacher], can you make an exception for me? Pretty pleeeease?”

Teacher: *fake dramatic sigh* “Oh, I guess. [Student], would you please open the door for Mr. [Headmaster]?”

Headmaster: “Yay! I’m in!” *skips into the room* “Good afternoon, everyone!”

(We’re giggling too much to respond. Our headmaster finishes talking to our teacher then proceeds to skip from the room while singing. He was the most-liked headmaster the school ever had!)

(I have just woken up from a bad dream, and text my boyfriend, asking him to cheer me up. He thinks this is silly, as it was just a dream. Note: It is a joke on the internet that ‘Chad’ is and always will be a ‘douche.’)

Me: “Fine. Don’t try to cheer up your girlfriend. Be THAT guy.”

Boyfriend: “Chad?”

Me: “If it makes you feel better.”

(Some time passes without a response, as he is in class.)

Me: “Way to be Chad.”

Boyfriend: “Chad has class. F*** Chad.”

Me: “Chad was rude to his girlfriend between classes. F*** Chad.”

(More time without a response.)

Me: “Whattadouche.”

Boyfriend: “You want to f*** Chad?”

Me: “I apparently have.”

Boyfriend: “Yes! =D”

Me: “…”

Boyfriend: “…”

Me: “You should not be that happy to be Chad!”

(My husband and I are fans of the movies in the Marvel Cinematic Universe, especially ‘The Avengers.’ Our favourite character is Iron Man. I am folding laundry when my husband comes into the room.)

Husband: “Honey, sometimes I feel like I don’t show you enough affection.”

Me: “Of course you do. Don’t worry! But you could always give me a kiss right now if you want.”

Husband: *kisses me*

Me: *imitating J.A.R.V.I.S.* “Power at 400 percent capacity!”

(My sister is three years old. A few minutes before she had complained about her ear hurting so our dad gave her a painkiller. Minutes after that, she was still sitting in a chair, looking down with a long face.)

Dad: “Come on now. Don’t be so sad! It’s gonna get better!”

Sister: *suddenly sports a huge smile* “It’s gonna get better?”

(She enthusiastically hops off the chair and goes to play. I guess she thought it would hurt forever!)

(My grandfather has spent the last several years in a nursing home due to Alzheimer’s. He’s long since failed to recognize family members, to our knowledge. It’s now Christmas and I, Mom, and an aunt are watching another aunt feed him dinner.)

Aunt #1: “Come on, Daddy. Eat your macaroni and cheese!”

(He takes a slow mouthful and chews. Suddenly, my mother starts singing with no specific tune.)

Mom: “Macaroni and cheese! Macaroni and cheese! Macaroni and cheeeeeese!”

(My aunts pay this no mind, but I look up and stare at her with my best ‘WTF’ expression.)

Me: “What are you doing?”

Mom: “Just singing. Can’t I sing?”

(She continues singing, and I decide that ignoring her along with my aunts is the best course of action. However, a minute later my aunts somehow get into the swing of things and start singing along with her, hardly even out of tune with each other.)

All Three: “Macaroni and cheese, yeah, macaroni and cheese!”

(At this point my grandfather is just looking around the room, and his eyes finally fall on me. As he stares at me amongst the impromptu choir, I can’t resist saying:)

Me: “Yeah, those are your daughters. Even if you don’t remember, you’re very proud. I promise.”

Grandfather: *bursts into chuckles, causing everyone in the room to follow.*