Not that joke!

Ever since I was a little girl, my dad has been telling the same goofy jokes ... over and over and over again.

Me: Dad, I'm cold.
Dad: Hi Cold, I'm Daddy.

These jokes aren't that funny ... at least not to me. My dad (even now) thinks they are HILARIOUS!

Shelby is clearly my father's granddaughter. Last night we discovered we were out of milk. She really wanted milk. Who can blame her ... she had Nilla Wafers and wanted to dip them in her milk. Plus can you really say no to a kid begging for milk? It's not like she was asking for a candy car or something equally as unhealthy.

So hoping to avoid a meltdown, I said I'd run to the store real quick to get her some. She looked at me with a straight face and said "Mom, you don't want to run to the store. It's too far. You better drive."

Umm. That's Papa's joke. A joke told a million times. A joke told to me the last time I saw him and a joke told probably when I was five years old too (that's about the first time I can remember hearing it, though I'm sure he was telling the joke long before I was born)! And now, Shelby is telling it. She was so proud of herself, she thought she was quite clever. I on the other hand thought "NOOOOO, not that joke!"