I Am My Father's Child

Me: Is it Tickled Me Pink, or Pink My Tickle? It's something like that.

Chad: What?

Me: Tickled Pink? How does the saying go?

My Dad: You want a bicycle?

Me: Bicycle? What are you talking about?

Dad: Didn't you say you wanted a bicycle?

Me: TICKLED PINK! Is that right?

Chad: I don't know.

Dad: (Laughing) Bicycle. (More laughing)


This is where I get my awesome hearing skills from. I also still don't know what the correct saying is.

Behind Closed Shower Doors

Chad: What are you going to wear tonight?

Me: I don't know. I'm SO fat. Like, for real. Look at this. (I step on scale) I don't feel that fat. Look at me, I'm fat. This jello has some jiggle again. (I get in shower)

Chad: Argh.

Me: What? I can't hear you.

Chad: Argh.

Me: What? (I open shower door to hear him better)

Chad: Argh.

Me: Spell it.

Chad: A-R-G-H

Me: Arth?

Chad: A-R-G-H, Argh.

Me: Use it in a sentence.

Chad: Argggggggh.

Me: Argggg. Like a pirate? Argggg, me matey?

Chad: No, Argh, I'm so fat, Argh.

Me: Got it.