When Juice Breaks Concentration
(My dad is in the middle of a very important phone call when my mom comes out of the kitchen holding a carton of juice. My sister, my dad and I are all sitting in the living room.)
Mom: *screaming happily* “I have more juice!”
Sister and me: “Shh!”
(Dad angrily glares at Mom.)
Mom: *squeaks* “Oh, dear.”
(After the phone call.)
Dad: “Why on earth were you screaming?!”
Mom: “I found another carton of juice.”
Me: “And that was an excuse to scream happily like you struck oil?”
Mom: “Well, I thought it was the last carton.”
Dad: “Oh, you have got to be kidding me.”
Sister: “Next time, make sure that no one is on the phone when you decide to scream happily like a psychopath.”
Mom: “Is anyone on the phone now?”
Me: “No, why?”
Mom: *interrupts* “I FOUND MORE JUICE!” *gleefully runs back to the kitchen*
Dad: “Oh, jeez.”
Me: “Hey dude, you married her.”
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