(My grandmother calls me from her room.) Grandmother: What are you doing? Me: Watching television in your room. Grandmother: You never walk into a lady's room because you might find her toys. Me: I hate you.
Dad: Hey, can I have the earphones? Me: But then I won't be able to listen to classical music as I do my homework Dad: What?! You listen to classical music? No, you should be listening to pop songs. To like Rihanna. Why aren't you listening to that? Me: Well I listen to that too, but not when I need to concentrate Dad: You are strange
me and dad at kitchen table eating dinner dad:you know, our family should be a sitcom me: because you have a son who was suspended for practical jokes, a gay son whose boyfriend lives with us, and .... dad: no. then any guy your sister dated would be an actor and if he got her pregnant i could sue him for millions me:oh
Sis: Let's get smoothies. Mom: I don't like smoothies. Me: You don't like smoothies? Mom: Or milkshakes. Me: Holy cow how can you not like milkshakes? Mom: I don't like that kind of texture, all creamy and gooey and sticky in my mouth. ::long pause, in which sister and I stare open-mouthed:: Mom: You asked! You wanted to know! I have no regrets!