Jess came home from school, opened the fridge, looked in and sighed deeply, then went to her bedroom.
Michael:
"What are the dramatics about."
Me:
"She is silently telling us there is nothing to eat in teenager terms" (teenagers do not prepare anything, food to eat is ready made)
Michael:
"There is some ham left over, you can make Jess a ham sandwich."
I make Jess a ham sandwich and take it to her.
About an hour later.
Michael:
"If you take two slices of bread and put margarine on them and tell a corny joke you will have an instant ham sandwich."
Me:
"WHAT????"
Michael:
"Corny joke, hammy joke. Don't you get it the corny joke is hammy, hence the ham sandwich."
Me:
"And they say my jokes are terrible. Jess are you listening to this. Do you still think Michael is better at telling jokes than I am."
Jess:
"He is still better Mom, his jokes are still funny, yours aren't"
I really don't understand my family.