Each day when I would come home from work
I would drop to my knees and ask my 4-year-old son if he wanted to box. I wanted him to learn how to protect himself, so we would spar around for a few minutes before supper.
One day, my wife and I took our son to get new shoes. The shoe salesman was friendly and allowed my son to try on several pairs of shoes before we decided on a particular pair that he liked. We asked if he wanted to wear them home and he replied, “Yes.” The salesman, who was kneeling on the floor in front of our son, held the old shoes in his hands and asked, “Do you want a box?”
Our son stood up and punched him right on the nose. After grabbing our son, we had to spend the next several minutes explaining why this all happened. Luckily, our salesman was the father of a 4-year-old kid, too.
Sunday School Teacher:
“Now Little Johnny, I want you to memorize today’s motto, ‘It is more blessed to give than to receive.”
Little Johnny: “Yes mam, but I know it already. My father says he has always used that as his motto in his business.”
Teacher: “Oh, how noble of him! And what is his business?”
Little Johnny: “He’s a boxer.”
A guy in New York orders a taxi to go cross state.
The taxi pulls up, and he gets in, carrying a large box which he puts in the back. They set out driving, while the guy is looking at the box nervously every ten minutes or so. When they get to New Jersey, the man calls his wife. “Hi Honey. Yes, they did give me the jewellery. I’ll have it priced in Atlanta, it will probably be around 200 thousand. I’ll call you when I’m done.”
Half an hour later, he asks the driver to pull up at the nearest gas station so he can have lunch, the driver obliges so he can fill up on gas too. The man gets out, goes to the diner, has his lunch, gets back out, and sees that the driver has run out on him with the box.
He goes back calmly to the store and asks the clerk if he has a large empty box in the back.
The clerk asks, “What do you need it for?”
The guy replies, “Well, I have to be in Florida tomorrow.”
A few years ago I had a proud (step)dad moment I think this sub will like..
This was right after picking her up from preschool. She was usually a bit grumpy and I always tried to be fun and keep the drive home more upbeat.
Her: “I’m hungry.”
Me: “Nice to meet you, hungry, I’m dad.”
Her: “Ahhhhgh could you not say that anymore?”
Me: “Aw why not, sweets?”
Her: “Because I don’t like it when you call me names like hungry or thirsty or anything!”
Me: “Alright, I’m not going to say that anymore.”
Her: “Nice to meet you, not going to say that anymore.”
