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Bad Jokes: The Next Generation

| IL, USA | Parents & Guardians

(I am at work and texting my mom on my break. She is being funny when the following exchange happens.)

Me: “I’m going to stop you right there before you start making too many bad jokes.”

Mom: “I don’t make bad jokes! I made you. What do you call that?”

Me: “A bad joke.”

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A Different Kind Of Sibling Rivalry

| The Netherlands | Boyfriends & Girlfriends, Popular, Siblings

(For a while I’ve suspected I was bisexual, but I was never really sure and thus I never told my family. At the birthday party of one of my housemates, I meet a nice girl (I’m female) and we hit it off. She also mentions she’s bisexual. We exchange numbers and go on a date. This conversation with my family occurs a few days later.)

Me: “I’ve applied for voluntary work with LGBT refugees today.”

Sister: “Oh, cool! What organisation?”

Me: “[LGBT Organisation in my city].”

Sister: “[My Name], what were you doing there?”

Me: “I saw it through [Social Media Site]. But while we’re on this topic, I’ll confess something. I was on a date with [Girl] last Friday.”

(At this point, my heart starts pounding in my chest because I’m still a little nervous.)

Sister: “Did you have fun?”

Me: “Yes, a lot.”

Sister: “[Girl] is a friend of [Housemate]’s, right?”

Me: “Yeah, we met at her birthday. It clicked really well and the next morning I woke up to a note on my door with her number and asking if we could meet up again. So we did.”

Brother: “Haha, awesome.”

Sister: “Yeah, brave!”

Brother: “Why doesn’t that happen to me?”

Sister: “I was about to ask the same thing”

Brother: “Why that doesn’t happen to me?”

Sister: “No, why it doesn’t happen to ME. I also want cute girls to go on dates with.”

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And That’s The Way Your Argument Crumbles

| Copenhagen, Denmark | Parents & Guardians

(I’m texting my mum to ask about a cookie recipe that we used to make when I was a kid.)

Mum: “Why? Do you have to bake cookies?”

Me: “No, I just suddenly got the urge to bake. Especially the kneading part. As you do.”

Mum: “I don’t.”

Me: “No, you just suddenly get the urge to clean and redecorate.”

Mum: “Heh heh.”

(I have no idea what she was laughing about. Her living room has had six looks in two years.)

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