The whole family was gathered around the breakfast table one sunny Sunday morning — three generations together. The smell of bacon filled the air, toast was popping, and coffee was brewing. Everyone was in a good mood.
At the end of the table sat the youngest couple — the grandson and his 22-year-old, stunning newlywed wife, still glowing from their honeymoon. He looked lovingly at her and said in a sweet, teasing tone,
“Will you pass the honey, honey?”
She giggled, blushed, and slid the jar over, earning a few smiles from around the table.
Not to be outdone, the father — sitting in the middle, feeling a little competitive — turned to his elegant wife, who had been married to him for over 25 years. With a wink, he said,
“Will you pass the sugar, sugar?”
She laughed, rolled her eyes, and said, “You’re still a charmer,” before handing him the sugar bowl.
Everyone chuckled. Then all eyes turned toward Grandpa, sitting at the head of the table, quietly sipping his coffee. The old man looked up slowly, glanced around at the smirking faces, and sighed.
After a moment, he set his cup down, looked straight at Grandma — his wife of 55 years, and said,
“Will you pass the milk, ya cow?”
October 26, 2025 @ 8:41 pm
Cruel, not funny.