M: *stumbles out of pantry with Nutella all over my face* nobody
He is so misunderstood.
Calm down... I'm not talking about MY kid. I know how hard to punch her. I'm her mother.
She answered the waffle iron. How did she burn the other side? They called back.
So I punched her in the face. Now she has a reason.
A: Miscarriage This joke never gets old, just like the baby.
M: Protesting this conversation.
A lick-her cabinet
You get salmonella