However, they're perfectly appropriate for groan adults.
Son, the only way to handle this is to go straight to her house, ring her doorbell and run away.
They play Gluten Tag.
"Why do you always have to use that stupid walkie talkie with your stupid friends, this is ridiculous, this relationship is over!"
"This relationship is what? Over"
I wonder where I poo tit.
Your KIDneys.
But she didn’t have the password to my pillow fort, so I couldn’t let her in.
I’ll only listen to him when he’s Adultish Gambino
My wife wishes I would change.
I said, "no kidding?!"
He had to prevent the kid napping
A man came home from work late again, tired and irritated, to find his 5 year old son waiting for him at the door.
“Daddy, may I ask you a question ?”
“Yeah, sure, what is it ?” replied the man.
“Daddy, how much money do you make an hour?”
“That’s none of your business! What makes you ask such a thing?” the man said angrily.
“I just want to know. Please tell me, how much do you make an hour?” pleaded the little boy.
“If you must know, I make $20.00 an hour.”
“Oh,” the little boy replied, head bowed.
Looking up, he said, “Daddy, may I borrow $9.00 please?”
The father was furious. “If the only reason you wanted to know how much money I make is just so you can borrow some to buy a silly toy or some other nonsense, then you march yourself straight to your room and go to bed. Think about why you’re being so selfish. I work long, hard hours every day and don’t have time for such childish games.”
The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door.
The man sat down and started to get even madder about the little boy’s questioning. How dare he ask such questions only to get some money.
After an hour or so, the man had calmed down, and started to think he may have been a little hard on his son. May be there was something he really needed to buy with that $9.00 and he really didn’t ask for money very often.
The man went to the door of the little boy’s room and opened the door. “Are you asleep son?” he asked.
“No daddy, I’m awake,” replied the boy.
“I’ve been thinking, maybe I was too hard on you earlier,” said the man. “It’s been long day and I took my aggravation out on you. Here’s that $9.00 you asked for.”
The little boy sat straight up, beaming.
“Oh, thank you daddy!” he yelled.
Then, reaching under his pillow, he pulled out some more crumpled up bills. The man, seeing that the boy already had money, started to get angry again.
The little boy slowly counted out his money, then looked up at the man.
“Why did you want more money if you already had some?” the father grumbled.
“Because I didn’t have enough, but now I do,” the little boy replied.
“Daddy, I have $20.00 now. Can I buy an hour of your time?”
The father looked upon his son with a smile as he walked towards the door and said "Overtime is double pay."
A pedi-file.
He's kinda Childish tbh.
Me: That's because I'm not a doctor.
I chuckled. She didn't.
The waitress waked into the kitchen at my work and this exchange followed:
Waitress: I am so hungry.
Me: Hi, So Hungry, I'm Dan.
Guy beside me: Nice to meet you I'm Friday. Come back Saturday and I'll give you a sundae.
He and I broke into childish laughter at this. I didn't see her face, but with that kind of joke, you don't need to.
Today at lunch my father-in-law said, "Of course I'll pay for her food. She's my daughter, after all. No kidding!"
As a father myself, I had to respond: "That was kind of childish, don't you think?"
Not to be outdone, he whipped back with: "Apparently."
