Knock, Knock...
Robert has a penchant for telling knock-knock jokes that don't make sense. At dinner, he said "Knock, knock" "Who's there?" "Delta" "Delta who?" "Delta delta." I told him that he needed to work on his material.
Do you want cheese with that whine?
I didn't realize that, along with every contagious disease that comes down the pike, that I would also catch the dreaded scourge of whining. I was at the doctor's office yesterday, loaded down with sweet little baby, when the receptionist handed me a three page document to fill out. "Do I have to do it now?" I whined.
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