Her miscarriage.
ME: Son, when a monster and a truck love each oth- GF: glares ME: He's old enough for the facts, Jane
Because he knows it's all over as soon as she opens her mouth.
Miscarriage
Trying to look upset.
I'm feeling a bit sorbet.
Me: He keeps trying to shove socks thru the mail slot. Wife: Aw. His socks or yours Me: Socks is the neighbor's cat..
They can't tell the difference between 3 inches and 9 inches.