Eating a 6″ Torte for dessert on Sunday night. My dad helped himself to a quarter of it.

Mom: (Gasping) Michael! That’s a lot!                                                                       Dad: C’mon!! I’m not a little old lady!

Sitting on the living room couch, catching up:

Me: Daddy, are you happy?

Dad: (Deadpan) I’m ecstatic.

Me: No, really.

Dad: (Softens up) I’m happy with your mother.

Mom: (snaps her head to me with a big smile and lights up like a little girl)