Key: Ds--dear son
DS: OMG I have to work forty hours this next week. Ima die.
DH: When I was 19...
DS: Save it, dad. You were never 19.
DH: I was too!
DS: No, you were born a fully formed forty year old and you worked harder than anyone has ever worked in the world.
Dh: That's true.
DD:We will too finish our homework!
Mom: You and your boyfriend are incapable of doing homework together. You always end up necking.
DD: Mom. We do not neck. That went out with the fifties and I know you're not that old. We make out.
Mom: AH HA! I told you, you wouldn't get your homework done.
DD: We do too! We work a little, then kiss a little and then work a little, then kiss a little...
DH: (Muttering) So that's why she always comes home with chapped lips and paper cuts.
Dh gets up from the computer to answer it:"Hello?"
Mom on the couch with her cell phone: "Can you let the cat in while you're up?"
Dh: DANG IT!