*last night while The Boy is doing the dishes*
Me: Oh I’m meeting Susan this Sunday for lunch.
The Boy: Which Susan?
The Boy: SUSAN BOYLE!!!?????
The Boy: Oh wait….Doyle.
The Boy: *sounds disappointed* Oh….well tell her I said hi….I guess….
*walking through town and crazy wind to reach my bus stop after work yesterday. Nose starts to run, so I pull out a tissue to blow it*
Random Guy: SEEEEXXXXXXYYYYYYYYY!
*about to fall asleep last Tuesday night*
The Boy: Hey.
The Boy: Can you get grey hair if you get a big fright?
The Boy: You know, if you ….well….like….never mind.