Dan: Daddy, you! Get off my face (as I tried to rub Vaseline on his face)
Dan: Daddy, stop before police catch you (as we were driving home)
Dan: Daddy, the fries smell good (in the car).
Dad: When we go home, don’t tell your mom that I gave you fries.
Dad: She’ll yell at me.
Dao: Don’t worry. Her voice isn’t that loud.
As we were heading back to Pennsylvania to visit my mom and the billboard read: “Pennsylvania welcomes you.”
Dad: Dao, we’re in Pennsylvania.
Dao: Yes, Pennsylvania looks like a pencil.
Dad: Oh I get it. (LMAO)