J – Jam Explosion

J – Jam Explosion

Dad: Who used an entire jar of strawberry jam?!

Tina (age 5): Not me!

Dad: Tina… you’re sticking to the wall.

Tina: That’s just… gravity’s fault!

Dad: There’s jam on the ceiling. How did the jam get on the ceiling?!

Tina: Maybe it jumped?

Dad: JAM jumped?

Tina: Or maybe it was an accident when I was trying to make a jam sandwich. With a spoon. And a tennis racket.

Dad: A tennis racket?!

Tina: I saw it on TV! The chef was very passionate.

Dad: Honey, that was a cooking disaster show.

Tina: Well, mine is jam-tastic! I call it “Jam Slam Supreme.”

Dad: There’s jam in the dog’s ears.

Tina: He’s the official taste tester. He rated it two paws up!

Dad: There’s a jam drop on the remote. JAM. ON. THE. REMOTE.

Tina: That was an accident. I was trying to pause the TV with my sandwich.

Dad: I don’t know whether to be impressed… or terrified.

Tina: Want a bite? It’s got an extra crunch!

Dad: What’s the crunch?

Tina: Umm… don’t ask.

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