Eight-year-old Sally brought her report card home from school.
Her marks were good… mostly A’s and a couple of B’s. However, her teacher had written across the bottom: “Sally is a smart little girl, but she has one fault. She talks too much in school. I have an idea I am going to try, which I think may break her of the habit.”
Sally’s dad signed her report card, putting a note on the back: “Please let me know if your idea works on Sally because I would like to try it out on her mother.”
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Johnny’s father: “Let me see your report card.”
Johnny: “I don’t have it.”
Johnny’s father: “Why not?”
Johnny: “My friend just borrowed it. He wants to scare his parents.”
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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.”
