Tad looked up from the book on ancient history
he was reading and asked his father, "Pop, what's a millennium?"
"Well," he muttered, "I think it's something like a centennial,
only it has more legs!"
Son: Where are the Himalayas? Father: If you'd put things away, you'd know where to find them.
"Can I go outside and watch the solar eclipse?" asked Rupert. "Okay," replied his father, "but don't stand too close."
Father: Don't you think our son gets his brains from me? Mother: Probably, dear. I still have all of mine.
Young Bobby was being fitted for glasses, and his father, standing beside him, said, "Now, remember, son. Don't wear them when you're not looking at anything."
"Papa, who was Hamlet?" "You birdbrain! Bring me the Bible and I'll show you who he was."
"Dad, do you believe in Buddha?" "Why, of course, but I think margarine is just as good."
"Dad, why do you write so slow?" asked Dennis. "I have to," replied his father. "I'm a slow reader."
Son: What is an autobiography? Father: Er, the story of an automobile.
Talbot and his son James were called to Mrs. Cren-shaw's classroom. "Mr. Talbot," said the teacher, "I asked James 'Who shot Abraham Lincoln?' and he said that he didn't do it!" "Well, teacher," said Talbot, "if my kid said he didn't do it he didn't do it!" Father and son left the school, and on their way home Talbot turned to the boy and asked, "Tell me, son, did you do it?" '
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Son: Where are the Himalayas? Father: If you'd put things away, you'd know where to find them.
"Can I go outside and watch the solar eclipse?" asked Rupert. "Okay," replied his father, "but don't stand too close."
Father: Don't you think our son gets his brains from me? Mother: Probably, dear. I still have all of mine.
Young Bobby was being fitted for glasses, and his father, standing beside him, said, "Now, remember, son. Don't wear them when you're not looking at anything."
"Papa, who was Hamlet?" "You birdbrain! Bring me the Bible and I'll show you who he was."
"Dad, do you believe in Buddha?" "Why, of course, but I think margarine is just as good."
"Dad, why do you write so slow?" asked Dennis. "I have to," replied his father. "I'm a slow reader."
Son: What is an autobiography? Father: Er, the story of an automobile.
Talbot and his son James were called to Mrs. Cren-shaw's classroom. "Mr. Talbot," said the teacher, "I asked James 'Who shot Abraham Lincoln?' and he said that he didn't do it!" "Well, teacher," said Talbot, "if my kid said he didn't do it he didn't do it!" Father and son left the school, and on their way home Talbot turned to the boy and asked, "Tell me, son, did you do it?" '
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