My Wife: “I’m getting you some crackers for a snack.”
Troy: “But I’m smelling something different.”
Me: “Maybe it’s your armpits. Do you have smelly armpits?”
Troy: “Yes, I do, but that’s not what I’m smelling. I’m smelling toasted bread.”
Me [laughing]: “Your armpits smell like toasted bread?!”
Troy: “No! I’m smelling toasted bread from over there! My armpits smell like boy!”

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