A friend of mine used to go to his wife's mother's house
every Sunday for dinner and they used to bring along their
4 year old son.
Each time they got home the husband said to his wife
I'm sick of it. She makes me sick with her new suite
of furniture and her new carpet and her new curtains
and her new kitchen and her husband's new promotion
making out that he is better than me. I'm sick of it
and I'm not going over there anymore.
Of course next Sunday, where were they?
Exactly, in the mother in law's house and the adults
were talking when suddenly the 4 year old grandchild
who was examining the couch pulled on his fathers
pants and said,