My son enjoys ribbing and picking on his sisters. So, at the dinner table, he said, “Oh, Cakes, look! You have a mole on your shoulder.”
She deadpanned, “It’s my twin!
My son enjoys ribbing and picking on his sisters. So, at the dinner table, he said, “Oh, Cakes, look! You have a mole on your shoulder.”
She deadpanned, “It’s my twin!