A phone call to my Dad’s house:
My grandmother: Hello?
Me: Hi Nonny! Whatcha doing?
My grandmother: I’m about to go cook steak on the George Forman Grill.
Me: Are you allowed to do that? Where’s Dad?
My grandmother: Asleep. I’ll go get him.
(goes and gets him)
Dad: Hello?
Me: Yo, you realize she’s about to use the grill?
Dad: No, I didn’t. Ma, don’t use the grill.
Me: Nice save.
Dad: Right…who is this?
Really? REALLY?