It’s Bark Is Worse Than Its Flight

| Japan | Pets & Animals, Siblings

(My family recently got a dog who does not like to be alone. When we leave the house, we leave her in a gated hallway. The gate is about three times her height. My family returned one day to her out of her kennel. Nothing had happened except there was a dark pee spot on the floor.)

Dad: “How did she jump that?”

Brother: “Maybe she can fly? She probably climbed it, though…”

(Two days later. We have improved the hallway and the gate is now about four or five times her height. We come home again to find her out of her hall, and another pee spot two inches from the other.)

Dad: “I think she squirmed through this space.”

Mom: “That space!? But it’s three inches wide!”

Brother: “I’m still not ruling out the possibility of flying.”

An Attention Disorder

| VT, USA | Parents & Guardians, Pets & Animals

(My family has two cats and a dog, and it’s time to feed them.)

Mom: “The animals need attention.”

Me: *to [Dog]* “Hi, [Dog]. How was your day?”

Beauty Is Adorable

| VT, USA | Children, Parents & Guardians, Popular

(I am in my first job as a cashier. I suffer from a condition that causes a facial deformation and it is relatively noticeable. A mother and her two kids, son and daughter, come up to my register to check out and her son is staring at me with a quizzical look.)

Little Girl: *as she elbows him* “Stop staring. It’s not nice to stare at people.”

Little Boy: “But I’m just curious!”

Little Girl: “That’s just the way God made her and she’s beautiful.”

Mother: *looks horrified* “Oh, my god, I am so sorry about him. He’s normally not like that.”

Me: “No worries. I’m used to it, and I found the two of them adorable.”

(I gave them both candy, with permission from their mother, off my employee tab.)

Playing Chicken With Traffic

| Australia | Parents & Guardians

(Sitting in the car with my dad in really bad traffic, listening to the news when the traffic update comes up.)

Me: “Now we will know why all the traffic is so slow!”

News Reporter: *talking about the usual crashes* “…and I can’t believe this, a CHICKEN is running around causing a hold up on [Highway] and some civilians have had to get out of their cars to help it cross the road.”

Dad: “Why did the chicken cross the road?”

Me: “You should have asked it.”

She’s A Pearl Before Swine

| Czech Republic | Popular, Sons & Daughters

(I should mention, that my dad is a former biology teacher turned park ranger, simply out of love for the nature. My 11-year-old daughter, while in no way fat, is a strong, chubby child. One afternoon, when dad is visiting, my daughter comes from school. I notice she is very sad.)

Me: “What´s up, muffin? Was [very mean classmate] picking at you again?”

Daughter: “Well… she said I look like wild swine!”

Dad: *absentmindedly, buried in the newspaper* “Yeah, sounds about right.”

Me And Daughter: *shocked* “DAD!”

Dad: *unperturbed, turning a page* “Strong, courageous, and intelligent animal, who routinely stands up to hungry wolf-pack, and who, when grows up, becomes the most caring mom in the whole forest? Yeah, I´d say it sounds about right.”

Sweet Dispossession

| Germany | Grandparents, Popular

(I am visiting my grandmother and we are talking about current events. Refugees are a pretty big deal at the moment.)

Grandma: “There are so many refugees coming to our country at the moment! What are they thinking? This is our country; they shouldn’t come here and live off our money.”

Me: *completely baffled* “They are coming here so they don’t get killed. I think we should be proud of the fact that so many people see our country as a safe haven.”

Grandma: “Still, they have no right! We don’t even have enough space for them! Those people should stay where they come from!”

Me: “Are you serious?! Grandma, YOU are a refugee!”

(She actually is. During World War Two, her family was forced to leave by soldiers breaking in their house, giving them ten minutes to pack and threatening them to shoot them if they weren’t out of the house and on their way out of the country in the given time. She lived in one of the areas that used to belong to Germany, but now is part of Poland.)

Grandma: “That’s a huge difference! I’m a dispossessed!!”

Me: “Grandma!! If a bomb is dropped on your house, THEN I AM VERY SURE THAT COUNTS AS EXTREMELY DISPOSSESSED!”

(The argument went on for a while, with me showing her news, pictures, and videos from the countries the refugees are fleeing from. She changed her opinion after that.)