Bowls

Wife: Why do we still have bowls of teeth?

Boo

Eleven-Year-Old: I’ll split my face in half.
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I can do that. I’m a ghost.
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I would come around the corner and say, “Boo!” and the other side says “Aaah!”

Huffing

Wife: Stop huffing soap.

Carrot

Me: It was just an apple-grating technical glitch.
Wife: That was a carrot.

Stretch

Wife: That’s my nose, not a stretch mark.

Calvin

Eleven-Year-Old: He is a stuffed animal. Hobbes isn’t real.
Seven-Year-Old: Calvin isn’t real.

Cold

Me: You’re not going to like this.
Seven-Year-Old: No, I know they taste good!
Me: Have you ever had a cold hot dog?
Seven-Year-Old: Yes.
Me: Oh really? When?
Seven-Year-Old: Never!

Crossbones

Me: I thought that said “You,” but it was actually a skull and crossbones.

Ass Marmalade

Wife: Isn’t that, like, ass marmalade?
Me: What?
Wife: Ass marmalade. Taste it. It’s made with butt juice.

I must be almost forty today.

Reverse

Colleague: I can’t live without reverse Polish notation.