Pride and Panic
Pride is what you feel when your kids net $143 from a garage sale.
Panic is what you feel when you realize your car is missing.
Pride is what you feel when your kids net $143 from a garage sale.
Panic is what you feel when you realize your car is missing.
- Father: Son at your age, Winston Churchill used be up and out for his morning walk at 5 a.m.
- Son: Dad, at your age, he had become the Prime Minister of England.
- Girl: Mom, mom a monster's just bitten my foot off.
- Mom: Well, keep out of the kitchen, I've just washed the floor.
What do you call a small parent?
→ A minimum!
- Father: I want to take my girl out of this terrible math class.
- Teacher: But she's top of the class.
- Father: That's why I think it must be a terrible class.
- Boy: Dad, Dad, come out. My sister's fighting this ten foot gargoyle with three heads.
- Dad: No, I'm not coming out. She's going to have to learn to look after herself.
- Come here, you greedy wretch. I'll teach you to eat all your sister's birthday chocs.
- It's all right Dad, I know how!
Teddy came thundering down the stairs, much to his father's annoyance.
- Teddy, - he called:
- how many more times have I got to tell you to come down the stairs quietly? Now, go back up and come down like a civilised human being.
There was a silence, and Teddy reappeared in the front room.
- That's better, - said his father.
- Now will you always come down stairs like that?
- Suits me, - said Teddy.
- I slid down the bannister.
- Dad: Why is your January report card so bad?
- Son: Well, you know how it is. Things are always marked down after Christmas!
Did you hear about the little boy who was named after his father?
→ They called him Dad!