My wife told me she planted a Mimosa pudica, aka the sensitive plant.
So I leaned in real close to it and whispered, "You're doing good, little guy. I believe in you."
My mom and I just dad-joked each other...
We were discussing brunch, and she decided to make mimosas to go with it. Me: Well since you're making them, wouldn't they be MOM-osas? Mom: No, I'm just making mine. So it'll be a ME-mosa. ba dum tschh
