(*Me, texting my Dad*) Me: So can I keep the cat inside the house? Dad: I'll have to ask the Magic Conch.
Mom: Don't leave your windows cracked. Someone might put a snake in your car.
(Dad hits rumble strips while driving.) Me: What are those for? dad: That's how blind people drive. It's called braille driving.
...before their siblings do.
"But you have to believe me! I'm from the future!"
