This is the conversation we had in our house the other night:
Not kidding. I’m telling Mom that we don’t have any pam for the pans. And she gets confused with the pam/pan dilemma.
“Hey we don’t have any of that pam for the pans.”
“What?”
“Pam. None left. Gone.”
“What do you mean we don’t have pans, you’re cleaning one right now.”
“Pam, not pan.”
“What?”
“I think I can clean up the whole pam/pan thing. Pamd. With a D.”
That’s when she started laughing. Anyway, right after that Mom says to Riley, “I want you to clean the bathrooms after you’re done with dinner.”
Riley’s response? “Yeah, well Mom, I want a magical pony but we don’t always get what we want.”
That is some quality, quality sarcasm. Quick too. Delivered well. Tone, volume and pitch were just right.
My response?
I busted out laughing while saying, “Rye that was your best line since Mom asked you to clean your room and you said, ‘Beep, Riley isn’t home right now, please leave a message.’”
Mom, as was apparent by the look on her face, not only did not appreciate the sarcasm but also did not share my appreciation of Riley’s quick witted humor.
Still was funny. Magical pony? Where do you come with that? It’s just awesome. However after Riley started congratulating herself for being hilarious, I also let her know that she only gets to say it once. One time is funny, two times is disrespect, three times and I just start random face-punching.
What a funny article- and a great blog in general. It’s nice seeing situations from a perspective of an adult, me being a teenager. The age gap doesn’t really account for much difference, though…
Keep up the great work.