Sons Of The P Puns

Less than 5 minutes later my son handed the essay in to the bemused teacher, and left detention.

The essay simply said:

“rain stopped play”

The dad replies, "Well son, you see those two cars ahead of you. A drunk man would see four of them."

To that the son replies, "But dad, I can see only one car."

What are your best dad jokes? Whoever tells me the funniest one will have the honor of knowing their dad joke was my first as a dad.

Edit: there are two winners.

The first is one I told to my wife. It is about him being born with 4 kidneys but two of them will become adult knees. Thank you u/cabbithunt

The second I told me son. "There are two fish in a tank. One fish looks at the other and says 'I'll drive you man the guns.'" Thank you u/kiabe1

Edit 2: After two weeks in the NICU, we have convinced the doctors to let us upgraded to the wireless home version. Thank you all for your well wishes and jokes.

My 5 year old son is putting together a puzzle of the states, and as he’s doing so, he’s counting all the letters in each state (too see which has the most). He then comes to Tennessee.

Him: Why do we call it Tennessee?

Shouldn’t we call it… (as he giggles to himself)… Nine-essee?

We all groaned.

I'm sitting here scrolling reddit when my son casually strolls out of his room into the kitchen...

Him: (knocks on the fridge door)

Me: (genuinely confused) what are you doing?!?

Him: Knocking on the fridge door

Me: Why?

Him: Just in case there is salad dressing in there...

It's a lame dad joke i know, but his execution was so spot on i couldn't help but laugh out loud.

“Dad, what are you talking about?” the son screams.

“We can’t stand the sight of each other any longer,” the father says. “We’re sick of each other and I’m sick of talking about this, so you call your sister in Leeds and tell her.”

The son calls his sister, who explodes on the phone. “Like heck they’re getting divorced!”she shouts, “I’ll take care of this!”

She calls Ireland immediately, and screams at her father, “You are NOT getting divorced. Don’t do a single thing until I get there. I’m calling my brother back, and we’ll both be there tomorrow. Until then, don’t do a thing, DO YOU HEAR ME?” and hangs up.

The old man hangs up his phone and turns to his wife. “Sorted! They’re coming for Christmas – and they’re paying their own way"

I’ve already pulled him and the cart up to past the check out folks so I could start putting bags in the cart. The women in the lane over says, “Oh hello there handsome!” Obviously talking to my son, however I shout back, “Oh hey! How’s it going?”
The woman checking us out laughed so hard she had to take a step back and the woman I said it to was so red faced and chuckling she couldn’t really say much! The few folks in line began laughing too so it was pretty funny and the epitome of dad joke! Ha! I’ve made it!

My 10yo son always asks for ice water with his meals. The past few weeks he's told me to put exactly eight ice cubes in his glass. I went with it because he can be very peculiar about certain things, and I just figured he had decided it was the perfect amount of ice.

Today he again asked me for water with eight ice cubes, but as I was getting it he said "I bet you're glad that in two days, I'll stop asking for eight ice cubes." To which I asked "why not?" And he said... "Because it won't be Octo-brrrrrrrrr anymore!"

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.

1. Value kids for what they are. They are the only ones who know how to undo child-proof bottles of aspirins when you've got a splitting headache.

2. Teach a nubile daughter by all means the old Christian saying that, 'you can't take it with you', but that doesn't mean she should start to give it away early.

3. Discourage your daughter from wearing skirts which will give her chapped buttocks, and your son from wearing jeans making him liable to arrest for indecent enclosure.

4. Teach your kids independence. Tell them that if they ever need a helping hand, there's one at the end of their arm.

I was throwing a Birthday party for my 4 year old son the other day. My wife got back with the decorations and I was shocked at how expensive they were.

She explained that the price of balloons had gone up with inflation.

It's not easy being the son of a pirate.

My wife and I just had our first yesterday. My son was less than 10 minutes old when the doctor was doing some post delivery stitching for my wife.

My wife said: "how many stitches is it going to be?"

Doc: "we're not actually counting stitches with this, it's a running stitch"

Without missing a beat, I said "is it going after the fridge?"

There was very brief pause of activity in the room, and then soft chuckles and head shakes. Someone muttered "that's a good one". I feel like I've been inaugurated.

Edit: to everyone confused by this, I'll explain

Back when landlines were the main way of calling people, and cellphones and caller ID was rare (or non-existent), making crank calls was a.... common past-time.

One of the common ones was went like this:

Victim: "hello?"

Pranker: "hi, is your fridge running?"

Victim: "yes, why?"

Pranker: "well then you better go catch it!"

And then you hang up. So the joke here is that because it was a "running stitch" it was running to catch the fridge.

<ba-dum tsss>

The moth drops down into the nearest chair and says “What’s the problem?”

Moth says “I don’t even know where to start. First of all, my boss is a vicious tyrant who gets off on the petty torments he puts me through day in and day out, and I’m too spineless to stand up to him, so I just take it and I’ve gradually come to hate myself for it. Also, every morning I wake up to the same prune-face old crone to whom I pledged my vows so many years ago. I used to love her, but that love has become like some sun-festering beached whale trying to die. We lost our daughter last year to one of the bitterest, coldest winters we’ve ever had to face in this region. Isn’t it funny, doc, how all the prayer circles and charity drives in the world amount to pretty much nothing in the face of that cold, impartial face of winter, that bleak, pounding, harsh fist of a callous environment, carrying on with its machinations without regard to our lives, loves, hopes and dreams? Isn’t that hysterical, Doc? Oh and then there’s my son. Doc, I don’t love him anymore. I don’t know what it is but I look in his eyes and I see that same harried look of gutless cowardice that I see when I stare at my own face in the mirror. If I wasn’t such a coward, Doc, I know I’d be able to scrape together enough pride to grab that cocked and loaded shotgun I keep by the bedside table, and just run amok and put an end to this grim facade once and for all. I start with the wife, then the boy of course before putting the barrell in my own mouth. Believe you me, Doc, I’d be doing the world a favor. I have nothing to look forward to but a continuation of this spiraling black hole that is my life, this existential cesspool that is the perpetuation of my lingering skid-mark on society. I despise people yet I crave their approval. I’m judgemental yet I care about nothing. I’m bitter, hateful and afraid. I’m alive yet I feel like the walking dead. This is it, Doc: I am a living, breathing, disease.”
The doctor stares at him for a while then finally says “Jeez, Moth, you definitely have some problems. But I’m a podiatrist. You need a psychiatrist. Why’d you come in here?”
The moth says,”Your light was on.”

I feel I should be mad, but its a good movie, so the needs of the Nanny outweigh the needs of the few, or my son.

I asked him what her name was while we had Buffalo burgers, and he revealed his name. I made sure to cut the dinner short after that. My wife thought it was because I was ashamed of him, but that wasn't true at all.

I was just excited to say "Bye son" to my Bi-son after he finished eating his Bison.

Hey guys, wanted to post some of my dad jokes from this week. If you guys like them I can post again periodically.

1. At a petting zoo, my 3-year old boy asks why the pony doesn't make noise. I tell him "because he's a little hoarse" (ok that might be an old one).

2. At the same petting zoo, my boy won't get off the display tractor when other kids want to use it. "Come on, don't be a de-tractor". Another kid is falling asleep on a different tractor. "That must be the dozer".

3. My infant son is about to flip over during tummy time but can't do it yet. When he missed his morning tummy time, my wife said he should make it up with extra time in the afternoon. I tell her "those are the roll-over minutes"

4. We are on a playdate at a friend's house, and his 3-year old spills open a teabag all over his bare feet. I say "guess he'll never have an alcohol problem". Friend asks "why not?". "Because he's a tea-toe-toller".

5. Buying vegetables at the grocery store, I tell my wife some of the lettuce varieties they're selling these days have been genetically edited. She asks "how do you know?" I tell her "they just taste CRISPR".

6. The rubber ducky in our bathtub has a stethoscope for some reason. My son asks if the stethoscope works. "No, that guy's a quack".

These are just the good ones, I probably told about 50 bad ones to get these. If you guys like them, happy to post more. Happy superb owl day!

Me: I need to go get something from the car

Son: I want to come!

Me: no, just wait for me please

I come back inside to a digital scale sitting on the floor in front of the door

Son: okay, I weighted for you

I'm such a proud grampa

and immediately crashes it, killing several people.

At the trial, the man is found guilty of multiple murders and sentenced to death.

Before he faces his sentence, he’s offered a last meal, and asks for a single banana, which is given to him.

The next day, he’s led to the electric chair. They strap him in, pull the switch, and... nothing happens.

There’s never been a failure before. But because you cannot punish a person twice for the same crime, the court is forced to let him go free.

Within a week’s time, naturally, the man, who is obsessed with trains, goes and steals another one.

He doesn’t care that he can’t drive it or that he failed catastrophically before; he is obsessed with trains and his only desire is to operate one. As before, he crashes it, and kills several people.

Again, he stands trial, and again, he is sentenced to death, showing no remorse, only delight that he got to operate the train.

His last meal request is a single banana. When he goes to the chair, the executioner pulls the switch, but nothing happens. He goes free again.

The train-obsessed maniac, once more on the loose, wastes no time in hijacking a train and crashing it.

His trial is speedy, because this has already happened twice, and he is sentenced to death.

They ask him what he’d like for his last meal. “A single banana,” he says.

“Oh, no you don’t, you son of a bitch. We’re on to you, now. We know all about your little banana trick, and you’re not escaping this time!”

The guards refuse his request, and instead serve him a standard last meal of steak, potatoes, and berry cobbler.

The next morning they strap him into the electric chair, pull the switch, and... nothing happens.

“Did you give him the banana?” demands the head guard.

“No, sir! He asked for the banana but we didn’t give it to him, we swear!” says one of the guards.

Turns out the banana had nothing to do with anything. He was just a really bad conductor.

Not a father but thought you might like the joke.

I bought my 5 year son a container of sesame seeds from the shops the other day.

He asked how to get them out of the container.

I smiled and said "son the only way to get them out is to shout OPEN at the top of your lungs."

Some YouTubers are playing game of life. One of them is picking their house and have to choose between a teepee and a family home.

My son squinting at the screen is like "a teepppppeeee" trying to make sense of the word and picture for teepee he's looking at.

I said, ya. You know cowboys and indians. Teepees are what the indiand lived in.

He said, oh I thought they wiped their bunghole in there.

Funny.

I was picking my son up from school and we were waiting in line to get out of the parking lot. There were three kids having sword fights with large branches that had fallen off trees. They saw me watching them and stopped for a minute, probably thinking they were in trouble. I rolled down the window and asked, “Are you just going to stick around here?” They looked very confused but my son laughed.

We have two couches in the living room. My son is standing next to one talking to his sister

Son: have you seen my glasses?

Daughter: they are on the couch.

Son : which one?

Me: you're standing next to the couch, the other one is the sofa.

Son: what's the difference?

Me: the other one is so-fa away from you.

No laugh, just a stare of disappointment.

To celebrate, we invited all the family and friends we could to my parents' house and then made the big announcement. Everyone was ecstatic and my father in particular was driven to tears. At a certain point during the night he pulled me aside and led me into his study, which I had never really been inside until this point. He opened a safe and produced cigars a bottle of whiskey and a large, beautifully bound book.

"I could never have asked for a better son," my father said, lighting the cigars and pouring the whiskey. "I hope you think I was a good enough father to deserve you."

“Of course, Dad," I said, "You were all I could've asked for and I wish my son admires me even half as much as I admire you."

“Now I've shared with you nearly everything I know," he said, "But not this one thing. This is the Big Book of Dad Jokes. There are many like it but this one is special. My father gave it to me when your mother and I first found out she was pregnant with you, and I studied it and studied it, learning all the dad jokes I could and mastering book's secrets. I hope it serves you as well as it served me in being a father... No... I know it will serve you well. I love you, my son."

“Dad... I don't know what to say... I'm honoured..."

“Hi Honoured, I'm Dad."

My four year old son came up with this joke. He laughed and laughed, so of course I did to:

Son: What did the kid balloon call his dad?

Me: I dunno...

Son: Pops!

Run away laughing and screaming with joy...

This happened a few years ago when my son was 6ish. When my kids hurt themselves and it doesn’t look serious I always do the “we might have to amputate that bruised hand” shtick with them. I’ve done it enough that they now roll their eyes.

So, my son got hit lightly in the face with a rubber ball. It wasn’t a hard hit and I could tell he was more upset by the shock of it rather than the pain. So I say “looks like we will have to amputate your nose.” To which he replies “then how will I smell?” And I say “terrible!”

It was my greatest dad joke ever. I felt like I could retire after that.

They took my son to run through some procedures and my wife asks me:

Wife - “Can you go wait outside the procedure room so they give the baby to you instead of waiting on a nurse to free up and bring him?”

Me - “No problem! I’ll stand out there acting in-patiently!”

Wife - 😑

You won't believe what happened today!! I was trimming the bushes, "doing my thang" when a little space ship flew right over OUR house. I was trying to get a good look at it but the lights were so bright I couldn't look at it without hurting my eyes. Suddenly, I heard a loud "whooosh" and standing in front of me was AN ALIEN!! Let me tell you this alien was bad…..assss. Looked super strong and super tough and I knew I had my hedge clippers to fight with but I said to myself, "I don't know this alien looks like a pretty rough customer"  All of a sudden though, the neighbors, the Vartiks, come rushing out and Mrs Vartik says, "Mr Craig stand back!!" Mr Vartik jumps up in the air and his body transforms like a Transformer or one of those Voltrons I was telling you about. Mrs Vartik twists into a giant leg. Mr Vartik is the torso and connects to his wife, the leg. Paige, his daughter who goes to Dowse High with Aidan, turns into an arm with a built in laser cannon. Dmitri, his son turns in the left arm, holding this shape shifting shield. Angelo, the dog with a frisbee in his mouth jumps up and forms into an assault leg with 360 degree swivel action boom he locks into place. So I'm like "where's the head"? That's when the stroller, with baby Greg inside, pogo sticks up over the rest of the body and becomes this "cooler than Master Chief in Halo or Captain John Price in CoD" looking warrior head. Immediately, this Super Fighter starts going head to head with this alien, and the alien is tough but this Super Fighter just does some crazy stuff and is shooting lasers and launching missiles and boom doing UFC kicks and he kicks this alien's butt. The alien jumps back in his ship and tries to get away but the Super Fighter reaches into it's leg and pulls out Angelo's frisbee and throws it so hard at the alien spaceship as it's flying away that it looks like a fireball and it hits the alien ship and it blows up. So I look at the Super Fighter made out of our neighbors and it's awkward, I don't know what to say. So I look up at the baby Greg head and say, "who are you? what are you?" And it says; "I'm..... a 𝘍𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺𝘮𝘢𝘯!'

True story; it even happened last night. My 5-year-old son walks up behind me and out of the blue says, "hey."

I turn to him and say, "yeah, kiddo? What's up?"

He responds, "it's dead grass."

I'm really confused and trying to figure out what's wrong and what he wants from me. "What? There's dead grass? What's wrong with that?"

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He says, totally straight-faced, "hay is dead grass," and runs off.

He won all races by a very big margin but was stripped of all his medals ...

'coz he was a Cheetah! He should not have been in the human olympics anyway!!

- My sons and I came up with this on the way to school this morning. Its probably corny and old but we enjoyed crafting it :D

do they pass laughing gas?

(courtesy of our 14-year-old son while we were driving around looking at Christmas lights the other night)

I’ve just been roasted by my 10yo son.

I’ve just said why don’t we get one of those bath bombs to go with mum’s Christmas presents.

He replied:

You’re a bath bomb dad,.. when you jump in all the water explodes out.

They go to…

The plantetarium

Courtesy of my son. I’m so proud.

Because the roads are all blocked.

(From my son who has the sniffles and is apparently playing a lot of Minecraft.)

I politely told him he had the wrong number and that I hoped he found the right number.

A few hours later the doorbell rang so, I went and answered, and it was an elderly fellow. I asked how I might help him, and he replied that he was sure his son lived at this address. I assured him that it was only my wife and I, asled if he was the respectable chap whom had called me earlier. He said yes,, and insisted this was his son's home. Well, what are you gonna do? So, I told him to come on in and see for himself.

We walked around the house, main floor, basement, second floor, and he wanted wanted go into the attic. I didn't think he would make it up the steep stairs of the pull down hatch. So, I went up amd told him there was nothing.

Disappointed, the elderly fellow walked to the door, and said, "well, looks like yer gonna have to throw me out, because I don't want to leave".

Well that's not gonna fly, my wife would not be happy to return home from work and see a strange old man refusing refusing leave.

I said yes, I am throwing you out sir. So, I opened the door, amd ushered him out. He shuffled down the walk, to the curb and around the corner.

30 minutes later, the doorbell rang again, so, I answered it. And believe it or not, it was the elderly man again. He said he wanted to apologize, did so, then left.

As he was walking away I put the pieces together of what had happened. This elderly fellow, having rung my doorbell, having me throwhim out, and his final return, I realized, a boomer rang me, I threw him out, and he came back.

Thought of this one a while ago and had forgotten it.Yer welcome. :)

Suddenly his hands begun to shake uncontrollably. "What's happening? " one of his sons asked. "This disease runs in our family, just get me to the hospital and I'll be fine." The son had to drive him to the hospital, and everything was going well, until they got to the parking lot. The son crashed in to an expensive sports car, and the owner went mad, knocking the son uncoscious. When the son woke up, his brother and father were sitting next to him in a hospital room. The dad then said to the boys: "I'm so sorry you got hurt because of me. I really should have taught you about parking sons. "

The doctor replies, "That sounds like a really bad case of Parking sons disease."

I am working on the best dad joke of all time, but it is going to take some patience. My wife and I named our first son Thomas. I am slowly trying to convince her to name any future sons Richard and Harold. My ultimate goal is to be able to tell people that I am father to Tom, Dick and Harry.

So there’s this guy, and his car breaks down on the side of the road. He keeps waiting for help, but it never comes, and he ends up dying in his car. After he dies, he gets to heaven, and he demands an audience with God. He say, “God, I’ve been a good man. I’ve always gone to church, I took care of my fellow man, I helped the poor. Why weren’t you there for me when I needed you?!” God looked down and slowly shook his head and said, “My son… I’ve been trying to reach you regarding your vehicle’s extended warranty.”

The French word for "daddy" is "papa".

When he was a young boy, I used to always take pictures of my son.

One day, he told me:

"actually, you are a papa-razzi"

His first dad joke.

They looked rather different from before. I asked them:

Me: “Hi Mr. and Mrs. (insert friend’s last name), both of you look different today. Why can I see through the both of you?”

Them: “Oh, we recently found out that one of our sons came out as trans.”

Me: “I guess that makes the both of you transparent.”

The Man of the Raising Son