Last night, during dinner, my 7 year old son said….
I need a pen and paper to write down the recipe for this so that when I have children I can make it for them because it’s really nice.
So apparently, he has his whole life planned out, including meals.
I feel like the Ghostbusters are too proud they “ain’t afraid a no ghosts.”
It’s your job.
My exterminator doesn’t keep telling me he’s not afraid of spiders.
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“Let’s give the bad guy a ponytail.” – 80s movies
Husband: Come on baby, do that thing that I love.
Me: *stuffs an entire jelly doughnut into my mouth*
Her: I really need to learn to say “no”.
Me: I’ll introduce you to my wife.
Leia: You owe child support.
Han: What? I’m in hyperspace.
Leia: You’re standing right here
Han: *makes hyperdrive noises with his mouth*
A crab has one big arm because that’s the one he uses to bring all the groceries in.
Cat: if my calculations are correct, a meteor will destroy the Earth in 324 days…
[What I hear]
Me: awe, who wants a snuggle?
It’s a comfort knowing Dad is looking down on me, but we should probably cut his hang-glider out of that tree one of these days.
So, basically Alexa is just some know-it-all with no actual job skills.