Oh wait, there is.
Son: Boys are gathering into our yard! Dad: ...How many boys Son: All of them... Dad: MY MILKSHAKES!
At the butcher shop, where they sell kid-knees.
By holding the bulb up to the socket and waiting for the world to revolve around them.
Wait, stop. Please stop!" - pumpkin
Jared's favorite music genre.
Mom, sad): He went to Jared.