This was Mother’s Day. The family was taking me out to lunch after church. Before we stopped for lunch, hubby drove into that gas station to get fuel.
R: “Are we eating here?”
Dad: “No, the Queen needs her van filled.”
Mom: “You have spoiled me by filling up the tank every Sunday”
R: (whose birthday is next month) “I want slaves for my birthday.”
Mom: “Did she just say slaves?”
Dad: “Yep, she did.”