No son. We’ve had fun.

ME : He called me IT and the Old Bitch.

Him : Yes.

ME: I’ve only threatened to kick him in the Family Jewels twice.

Him : She threatened to kill me too.

ME : It’s you or me. One of us will have to go.

Him : I’m in with the local Council Planning Dept. They’ve got planning permission for the OLD WOMAN HEAP.

ME : Get your own idea. Us girls will storm the Planning Dept and take all of ’em out and put them on the OLD MAN HEAP. (See a previous post)

Him : Don’t talk to me when you have knife in your hand.

Son : I’m going. Thanks, Mother for the food. Love you, Dad


Kids? Don’t understand our humour :o)