He looks up at me and tells me "The box says 9 plus years but I'm already halfway done. I am speed."

Proud dad here.

I think I managed to cover my tracks...

They ask "Was it arson?", and the officer answers "Yes, your son".

Edit: holy shrimp! I got silver! Thanks for the reception!

He's doing better currently and conducting himself properly...

I said Arson.

This was not any ordinary bird however, as he was able to speak and understand English at a perfect level. For quite a while, he didn't use it much to his advantage. He was content simply fluttering around and living peacefully with his bird wife.

But one day, tragedy struck! Our bird one day woke up to an empty nest, no bird kids, no bird wife, just him and some twigs.

He starts asking around his bird community, and eventually pieces together that his bird wife got tired of him and his lack of ambition. She took the bird kids and flew off to stay with her bird Mother.

Our bird was left with an overwhelming sense of listlessness, realizing that everything he had worked towards in his bird life was now gone.

Our bird, now destitute and lonely, decided he was tired of bird life, and wanted to use his English speaking ability to try something new.

He decides to fly into the nearest human town, and observe for a bit. He perched himself on a tree overlooking the main street of the town, and simply watched.

After an hour or two, he noticed several people heading into a building, one labelled as "Bar". He decides that if he wants to truly utilize his prowess of the English language, the best place to start is with other English speakers, so he flies down to the building and hops his way inside.

Our bird makes his way over the bar, hops up on a stool, and says "Hey bartender, can I get a drink?" The bartender and a few other people nearby notice that these words came out of a bird and are immediately and completely enthralled and bewildered by this sight.

The bartender saunters over and asks "Did you just ask for a drink? But you're a bird! I've never seen anything like this before, but if you want a drink I'm happy to oblige".

The bartender pours the bird some water, places it in front of him, and they start chatting. After realizing what was happening, every patron at the bar is standing around the bird, eager to get another peek at this otherworldly phenomenon. People ask the bird some questions, and the bird happily responds, informing them all of his plight and his goal to take full advantage of his gift. More people make their way to him, snapping pictures and videos to share with their friends. The bird loves all the attention and is more than happy to indulge each and every customer who comes up to him.

After a few hours, closing time rolls around. Most people make their way out of the bar, ecstatic to share their newfound memories with family an

His solution? "I wear my son's glasses at night..."

Would you call that a Lego-loss?

I replied, “No way that is in the top 5 most voweluable letters!”

Me: How did you do on the muscles and bones test?

Son: I mixed up the cranium and the skull.

Me: That was a boneheaded mistake.

Son: (Sarcastic) Ha ha.

I guess he didn't find my joke humerus.

When he did, I told him oxidants do happen!

It was a hot mess

The lard ash was everywhere!

The head of the wealthy Guttheim family was concerned about his oldest son who was an irredeemable punster. No matter the setting he would use the opportunity to make really terrible puns. The troubled patriarch decided to hold an intervention.

He called members of the large and prominent family in from all over the world: Europe, Africa, Latin America, the US, the Far East.

They sat the wayward young man down and one by one they begged him to change his ways.

The son listened to what everyone said without comment, but when the representative from the Cuban side of the family spoke, the boy suddenly stood up.

For the first time expressing genuine emotion, he reached out his hand imploringly and sang:

Don't stop me now...Cousin Havana Guttheim...

I guess he wanted to be called Max.

He really reigned on my parade.

Look son, a train has gone by here recently. Son,How can you possibly know that dad? Dad... Look there...you can see it's tracks.

He's been a real pain in my arson.

He'll probably be a little disappointed...

Dad: no he dozen’t.

I'm sitting here on the couch watching him run back and forth across the room while he makes race car noises. After a few minutes, I ask him what he's doing.

He replies, "I'm passing stool!"

...What have I created?

We've called him Tony.

Yesterday, my son found a set of Hotel Transylvania stuffed toys at a children’s consignment event. He squealed and was jumping up and down, he was so excited. But then all of a sudden he got a dejected look on his face. “One is missing,” he said. I asked what he meant. “I don’t see the invisible man.”

Even after we discussed it, he kept insisting they could have at least included the glasses.

My cousin and I are helping her 5 year old son set up his new hot wheels garage this afternoon (technically we were done setting it up, but spent the next hour playing with it because the garage was flippin sweet) when my adorable little cousin goes, “oh my goodness what was that?!?”

Me, not knowing what he was referring to but playing along, said, “what in tarnation!?!”

His response, “what in car-nation?!”

His mom and I cried laughing, but I don’t think he really appreciated how perfect it was!

Anyways, I’m still looking forward to the day I become a great dad(mom) and until then I’ll be practicing on my partner and feeling super accomplished with every eye roll.

Anyone got the answer? My son set this up for me

To set the scene: we were all in the car, a 3-row vehicle, on the way back from a 7-hour road trip. Occasionally my son would get bored and decide to harass his siblings in the middle row. Six hours in, I was done with telling everyone to behave.

My daughter: "Dad! <Son> is throwing things at me!"
Me, exasperated: "Tell your mother, I'm driving."
Daughter, without missing a beat: "Mom, Dad's driving."

I almost had to pull over from laughing.

I needed to run to Home Depot just a little while ago, and my eight year old son has been driving my wife insane, so he was sent with me. He asked a hundred questions about what tool does what and why I needed this or that. Despite my distracted supervision, he surely mixed up several loose nuts and bolts.

At the exit of the self checkout line, there's a massive gumball machine that holds massive gumballs. I rarely carry change, so he's out of luck.

Sonny Boy: Dad, can I have a quarter?

Me (checking out): Nope. Don't have one.

Sonny Boy: You don't have any cents?

Me: If I had any cents, I'd have left you at home tonight.

No, he didn't get it, and I'm shocked he set it up so well by saying cents. But, the dude in the line next to me let out a solid guffaw. We made the satisfying, knowing eye contact of two dad joke aficionados. I'm glad someone else heard it.

The Prince of the vultures had always been a rebel, but he surprised everyone when he announced he was going to be a vegetarian. And nobody expected this to divide the vulture kingdom, with nearly half the vultures supporting the Prince's choice. Tempers flared, and civil war was brewing when the Prince burst into the King's chambers.

"Father," he cried, "I never meant to cause this. I'll do anything you say to reunite the kingdom. Please, Father, what should I eat?"

The King set a plate of roadkill in front of the Prince, and said "Carrion, my wayward son. There'll be peace when you are done."

So we’ve got this FisherPrice Projector Mobile thing that projects a rotating imaging onto the ceiling. (Very nice little thing, highly suggest for babies)

Anyways... We’ve got it set up in the living room and Wife, Son, and I are laying on the ground in the dark watching it go round and round. It’s Jungle Themed, so a lion, elephant giraffe, tiger, a few monkeys, and so on...

We’re pointing out the different animals to Son and he’s repeating a few words here and there... When he starts waving and saying “Hi” as a new animal rotates in.

So Wife goes, “Here comes the Lion. Can you say Hi to the Lion?”

And Son waves and says “Hi!” and giggles.

Wife: “And there’s an Elephant! Can you Hi to the Elephant?”

Son: “Hi... toots”

Wife: “Yes! Toots! And here’s the next animal. Can you wave to the tiger?”

Son: “Hi!”

Wife: “That’s the ‘Hi of the Tiger’”

Me: “... 💀 💀 💀”

Wife: “You love me... Look Son! A Zebra!”

My first son was recently born 5.5 weeks early (he's doing great!)

As such, we hadn't set up a crib or nursery room yet in our apartment. Sitting around with my wife and aunt last night talking about how stressed we were bringing a new baby home to an apartment where we had no place to put him inspired the following exchange.

Wife: "It was kind of like the baby Jesus...no room at the inn kind of situation." Me: "Yeah, we ended up having to have him spend the night with our goat."

(Pause)

Me again: "I felt really bad for the kid. And our son too."

Because their horns don’t work!!

Boyfriend’s son told him this joke this morning. He’s set to be a dad already!!!

My wife and my son are talking about absinthe. Then I walk into the room.

Me: "What are you two talking about?"

Wife: "Your son heard about an absinthe bar in Nashville."

Son: "Dad, have you ever tried absinthe?"

Me: "No. All I know about it is that it makes the heart grow fonder."

They set 'em up. I knock 'em down.

I think I managed to cover my tracks.

I think I managed to cover my tracks.

I think I managed to cover my tracks.

I think I managed to cover my tracks.

I think I managed to cover my tracks.

I managed to cover my tracks.

I think I managed to cover my tracks.

Would you call that a Lego-loss?

Parents: Arson?

Principal: Yes, your son.

I think I covered my tracks.

It seems like he never got over it.