Me: [Cracking knuckles]
Dad: HEY! [Talking to his wife] SHE DOES IT TOO!
Me: [Freezing, suspicious, eyeballing the room for blunt objects]
Husband: The knuckle cracking? Geeze...
Me: Ohhh, yeah.
Dad: [Pointing to his wife] She gives me a hard time, but apparently it's genetic!
Me: But...I do it in my sleep, too.
Dad: SHUT UP! ME TOO!
Husband: [Gives up all hope]
Me: [Does the cabbage patch]
At least we know for sure that I wasn't adopted, right?
And with that, I'll present to you some images to start your week off with a perplexed grimmace:
|Pancakes complete with beer pairing. Via|