We hear the funniest things at our house. I only wish I could remember half of them!
Freddie: Dad, do you get backscratches?
Dad: No, sometimes I scratch my own back though.
Freddie: Doesn't Mom give you a backscratch?
Dad: Not really. She did give me a good backscratcher though, so I do it myself.
Freddie: Oh. That must be why your life is so sad.
Heard at dinner: that was so lit-astic! Loving books as I do, I will insist that the "lit" comes from "literary," and not "literal" or "lit" as used at the turn of the last century to mean someone who is drunk. Nor will I assume that the speaker was referring to a library that was on fire. Maybe I should stop.
Angel: there is a dead rat just outside my window and its really gross. On the bright side, the flies and the bugs are doing a really good job of decomposing it.