A Normal Conversation

Let me set the stage for a normal night at our house. I would love to tell you about one certain instance, but it usually happens a couple times a week.

Joey standing in the middle of the room saying something outrageous and acting completely dramatic.

I look at Joe and tell him the classic, "that is your child."

He looks at me and states, "then why does he act like you. That is your child."

Little Joey gets fustrated and puts his hands on his hips and responds, "Guys you are both my PARENT."

And storms out of the room.