Husband: Honey, why did you move the trash can that was in the bathroom? We need it for poopy diapers.
Wife: It was beside the heater. I can deal with poop. Cooked poop is another matter.
On mortality (Merry Christmas!)
Little girl, to her friend: "Santa Claus is dead, Dylan. He died centuries and centuries ago."
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