Screwing With Dad
(My dad is sitting at the breakfast table eating and reading the newspaper. Our newest dog is sitting next to him begging. My mom is just about to leave to run a few errands.)
Me: “So mom, where are you heading today?”
Mom: “To the hardware store to get a few screws. I lost a few and I really need to get some.”
(My mom and I giggle at her little jokes and puns, when my dad shouts in the background at the dog.)
Dad: *to our dog* “YOU’RE NOT GETTING ANY!”
Me: “DAD! THAT’S THE PROBLEM!”
Mom: *bursts out laughing*