(Mom, Son, and Daughter are sitting in Daughter’s room at bedtime)
Son (accusingly): Mom, she writes math problems in her diary!
Mom: I think that’s genius.
Son: Well, she’s stupid.
Mom: I think you just gave proof that she’s not.
Son: She has a sign on her door that says “No smoking.” Who’s going to smoke in her room? She’s eight!
Mom: She’s just being proactive.
Son: It also says “No Hippies.”
Mom: She’s also retroactive.
(Son storms off, making loud, exasperated noises)
Daughter (making tsking sound, then sighing loudly): Kids.
Mom: Word to your mutha.
In your face, reality TV.
|No thanks ladies, we're good.|