Jiggling Puns

Boo bees

So I'm driving down the road one day sitting next to my wife with the four kids in the back of the Minivan. I mention to my wife "Have you noticed the van has a loud whine when you jiggle the wheel?". She get's a concerned look on her face "The van is pretty new, what do you think is wrong?". I respond "No idea, maybe you can tell me where you think it's coming from".

I jiggle the wheel back and forth, the van sways and sways, and out of the back seat a voice pipes up "DAAAaaaAAadddd, stop iiitttt, I'm trying to reeeaaaadddd".

One of the best parts of being a dad are the Jokes, even if I'm clearly the only one in the family who appreciates them :D

I don't mean she's addicted to it anything, but we hit a bump in the car 3 days ago and her butt is still jiggling.

Getting out of the shower I slapped grabbed and jiggled my wife's butt, she responded with an uuugghhh, can you not? I said yeah what do you need a bow knot, square knot, tie knot? I know a lot of knots. Naturally I got the expected eye roll and another long drawn out uuuugggghhhhh.

Not a dad, but this is in line with it all.
It was a party around Halloween-time, but not specifically a Halloween party. Things were wrapping up, people were heading out and my roommates were saying goodbye.

They were doing some goofy ass handshake, bumping fists, slapping, all that dumb shit.

While they're wasting time, I look on the table and see various Halloween decorations, including body parts made out of Jell-O. They're slightly jiggling, as all Jell-O molds seem to do.

I quietly mumble "Hehe... handshake."

The host of the party looks at me and says "Are you making fun of our hand shake?"

Without saying anything else, I reach over to the table, pick up the plate the Jell-O zombie hand is on, hold it close to his face, wiggle it back and forth and repeat "Hand shake".

He grabs me by the back of my shirt and drags me out of the apartment. I thought it was funny.

A CFL above the kitchen table is flickering on and off.

Mom: Can't we jiggle it around?

Dad: It's not like a regular light bulb. It doesn't have a filament.

Mom: Really? Then what's inside it?

Me: It's filled with gas.

Mom: Gas? No wonder our house is so well-lit.