Between my Dad and I, the bad puns never stop. We make fun of my Dad all the time even though the pun gene passed on to me. This week I gave E an Altoid (a strong mint) from my purse.
E: "Mom, do you know what kind of mint is in this mint?"
Me: No, Honey, what kind is it?
I had a heart attack. What???!! I mean, I know he doesn't get that at all, and really just knows that the word "mint" sounds like the end of another word he knows (government). But I have to tell you...