the other night, my son got home from work late, and my daughter returned home from a dress rehearsal late... i was waiting up for them, but running on about three hours of sleep... needless to say we were all a little loopy...
out of this loopiness, bread puns ensued... i have no idea why...
but the conversation went a little something like this:
i'm tired, i knead to go to bed...
you really need to roll with the punches...
seriously, i'm feeling crumby...
i doughn't need this...
you won't get a rise outta me!
be quiet. quit your challahing...
you're a gluten for trouble...
my brain is toasted...
rye doughn't you go to bed already?
this conversation is getting stale...
i'm half-baked and bready for bed...
i loaf you...
go foccacia yourself...
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