Youngest Daughter Puns

Feliz NaviDAD! It’s got your name in it!”

Her first name is Eileen.

Oldest daughter- Daddy, why are the books in time out?

Me- because they got red all over the place.

Me: "Youngest daughter! You get in here and hit oldest daughter for a reason!"

Both: :/ :/

Edit: ok, OK, no emoji!

"In the mail?"

When we moved to our current home, we were going a little crazy from the long drive and started personifying random things along the way that had names posted, (the street named Kirk, a Church named Baptis because the t fell off, and a bridge named after a Carl Woodard). Ever since, (almost a year now) the 5 kids and my wife all say hi to Kirk and Carl on the way home, each in their own way. I, however, being the Dad, use every opportunity to not speak to Carl... Instead I give dad-joke reasons why I refuse.

"Carl and I had a fight. He thinks it's just water under the bridge, but I can't get over it." My oldest daughter said, "Dad, come on, you should forgive Carl." My answer, "No, it's beneath me." My youngest daughter asks, "Dad, why don't you say hi to Carl?" My answer, "He makes me cross."

Only one family member was as happy with this joke as I was: What animal is the most inquisitive? An askalotl.

Oldest (son, 10): Dad, stop!! Middle (daughter, 8): ugghhhhh Youngest: (daughter, 6): you're the funniest dad ever! Wife: you interrupted my game for that?!

I have a 6 year-old and a 8 year-old.

Whenever my kids ask me, "Dad, can I ask you a question?" I reply, "You just did." And then smile.

Also, whenever my kids say, "Dad, guess what?" I comeback with something completely ludicrous, "Uh, you just saw an polka-dotted elephant in the kitchen and he stole your lunch?"

They do not find it humorous at all. But, I crack myself up.

Getting ready to leave the soft play. My daughters are 5 and 3, this was the youngest one.

Daughter: Daddy, can you put my shoes on? Me: I don't think they'll fit me, darling. Daughter (looking exasperated): No Daddy, I mean put them on me!

So proud.

So you're all going to know some personal info about me: my middle name is Mansfield.

My youngest daughter is obsessed with middle names. She'll ask complete strangers what their middle name is. Not their name, not their surname, just their middle name.

She asked (again) what my middle name is, so I replied

> Mansfield

She said "Well I'm going to call mamma's middle name is Ladysfield... and mine Girlsfield"

...

At three she out dad-joked me

My youngest daughter hates wearing shoes to the point where I hardly ever see them on her. As a result she often loses them. A few weekends ago my girlfriend dropped me and the kids off at the local outdoor pool so we could get some energy out before a long drive to see family. As expected my youngest barely made it out of the parking lot with her shoes on, and as soon as we hit the grass by the pool she kicked them off and we all ran into the water to play and stuff.

I looked up at that big incomprehensible clock they have at swimming pools and saw that we were running late for that long drive, so we fled the pool rushed around getting dressed, only to discover one ... one of her shoes was missing. I was like ... how the hell do you lose one shoe? So we looked all around, then we went to the lost and found. Strangely there were several other single shoes in the lost and found but not hers. We went back and I called her mom to see if we could swing by and grab a spare pair of shoes.

Some kid next to us overheard me on the phone and said, "Hey did you lose a shoe?" I said, " ... yeah ...?" He said, "Yeah I found it over here -- " pointing like 10 feet away -- " so I took it to the cashier's office." (not the lost and found). My oldest daughter, always helpful, ran to the cashier's office and got the shoe, and all was well! We were only about 20 minutes late. Afterwards I was pondering what I could have done to avoid all that and then it hit me. I just needed to make sure that after my kids take off their shoes they are all in one place.

In other words I had just failed to put shoe and shoe together.

My youngest daughter had a developmental disability as a toddler. As a result, she was very withdrawn and functionally mute until the age of four. I made up a joke and taught it to her in an attempt to get her to open up a little. It worked.

Me: What does the dog say?

Her: Woof!

Me: What does the cat say?

Her: Meow!

Me: What does the cow say?

Her: Eat More Chikin!

Thanks, Chik-Fil-A, for helping to bring my baby girl out of her shell.

He was grocery shopping with his 4 kids and a guy went by and said

"Daddy sure looks like his hands are full!"

And his youngest daughter, Elaina who is around 7,replied

"Actually, if you look at my dad right now, his hands are clearly empty."

Last night, my oldest daughter (OD), wife (W), and youngest daughter (YD) were discussing some reading homework.

YD: They were similar because they both had injuries that turned them into outcasts. W: That's horrible! Who writes these sad books? OD (looks at cover of book): Justen Denzel wrote this one. Me: Your training is now complete my child.