Jensen, you have been given the gift of gab. A family trait. And the gift of an appreciation of quality humor, another family trait. Your ancestors would be proud.

A conversation that took place in the car yesterday…

Jensen: Mommy, I hurt my leg. I fell today. I have an ow-ee.

Me: Oh man, Jensen, are you okay?

Jensen: Yea, I’m okay…

Me: What happened? Where were you when you fell?

Jensen: …on the ground.

HA-larious, my dear. Well done.