Meet The Pun Family, Part 5

| NSW, Australia | Parents & Guardians

(My mum buys a big bottle of orange juice, but somewhere between buying it and putting it in the fridge the neck kinda collapses and the lid is pushed down into it, making it impossible to open. After a lot of squashing and pulling, mum and I manage to get it open.)

Me: “Looks like we de-juiced a way in!”

Mum: “Get out.”

Meet The Pun Family, Part 4
Meet The Pun Family, Part 3
Meet The Pun Family, Part 2

I Beliebe In The Devil

| Tulalip, WA, USA | Children, Nephews & Nieces

(My 10-year-old nephew is playing a shooter game that creates a level based on a song in your music collection. It’s a good way to introduce him to new music, so I’ve got him started on ‘The Oak Ridge Boys.’ He really wants to fight the devil that comes up every few songs to challenge you (last seen, fittingly, on an Alice Cooper song.)

Nephew: “When does the bad guy come out?”

Me: “It’s random. You just keep playing songs, and sometimes he’ll come out.”

Nephew: *shortly* “Oh, here’s the bad guy!”

Me: “Oh? Which song is it?”

Nephew: “Justin Bieber.”

Me: “…It would be Justin Bieber who summons up the devil from Hell.”

(Suddenly I realize that my music collection doesn’t include any Justin Bieber.)

Me: “Wait a minute. WHICH Justin Bieber song?”

Nephew: “I mean the Oak Ridge Boys.”

Me: “You can’t tell the difference between Justin Bieber and the Oak Ridge Boys?!”

Nephew: “I’m sorry! It was an accident!”

Me: “This is going on the Internet.”

It Takes Two To Salsa

| St. Louis, MO, USA | Nephews & Nieces, Parents & Guardians

(My nephew is notoriously picky when he chooses to be. He likes me to make him homemade salsa so he can taste test it. This day, I made a double batch and put it in 2 separate containers. He comes in for the taste test…)

Nephew: *tasting container #1* “This one is too spicy. I don’t like it.”

Me: “Okay, I’ll remember that for next time.”

(He then notices the OTHER container.)

Nephew: “What about that one? Is it different?”

Me: “Try it, and tell me what you think.”

Nephew: *tastes and considers* “Perfect. I like this one. Now, don’t get them mixed up!”

(I then look over to see his Mom trying not to laugh out loud, and typing frantically.)

Me: “Facebook?”

Mom: “This is too good.”