Me: It's when we thank the one who provided our food. 4-year-old: We thank the microwave
Girl: No, I am a dentist.
Thanks for the mammaries!
Microwaves!
A: To the microwave.
A. They love OIL
Not everyone gets it.
Just one provided there's a programmer around to explain how to do it.
Me: 4-year-old: Me: Nachos. 4-year-old: With cheese
4-year-old: I won.
Because she's always drinking from the coup de Grace. (This was my sister's favourite joke when we were kids. Once our mum flipped out on a long car journey because she told it too many times).
Me: I don't know. 5-year-old: Me: 5-year-old: Is it because your cooking makes God angry