My wife enjoys butterscotch pudding for dessert, and since I love my wife, I made some for her last night.
She finished eating some of it and called my stepson downstairs to put the remainder in the fridge for her.
He came in, grabbed the container, and started coughing(he's allergic to the world and has had post nasal drip all week). When he started coughing, the wife said "Don't cough on my pudding!"
To which I said "Yeah! It's butterscotch flavored, not coffee flavored!"
Fellow Dad's the groan my wife made sounded like she was possessed of the devil. She then threw something at me and said I wasn't allowed to talk for the rest of the night. #comedy source