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
LOL.
Kids? Don’t understand our humour :o)