Humor

"Look, Mom!” my 4-year-old son howled, racing around Target’s lingerie department with a padded bra slung over his tiny shoulders. “I made a booby backpack!”

“Keep it down, pal,” I said. “We’re just getting started. Let’s try to be cool here.”
 

He high-fived a pair of granny panties and did a little scissor kick in the air, nearly taking out the adjacent rack of bikini briefs.

I asked my husband how his day was.
 
“My mom fell and broke her elbow. She had to get seven stitches in her face.”
 
“Jeez. What happened?”
 
“She FELL.”
 
“I got that part. How did she fall? Where? And, most importantly, how many witnessed it?” Inquiring klutzes want to know.
 
“I don’t know. She fell at the bank or something.”