Like mother, not like son
Written by Angela Yee
Monday, 27 February 2012 08:22
Three conversations at our house tonight:
#1
Daniel: I can’t seem to find that form I’m supposed to fill out for badminton. Oh well.
Albert: Son, I am praying for your future wife right now. You need to marry well.
#2
Angela: Look, Sweetie! I am working on simultaneous knitting and crochet projects, so I put them all in this neat folder with each tab for a project.
Albert: (silence, gives Angela a look)
Angela: What’s that look mean? Don’t you like it? (blink blink and gives Albert Bambi eyes)
Albert: (to Daniel) Son, take notes on the type of woman you should marry.
#3
Albert: (looking at Daniel’s desk) Son, the Federal Emergency Assistance Agency is going to be visiting our home tonight due to the condition of your desk.
Daniel: Hey, at least we will get money.
Daniel: (cleans desk) Hey, I found my badminton form!
This is so funny!