I come from a village of mapmakers. When I left home my parents said ‘Son, never forget your routes.’
I got a legal separation. Let’s have apart-y!
My son complains he can’t play T-ball inside. I said “Sorry son, but there’s a lack of for T-ball housing.”
All my paintings are of my mother. Does this point to some childhood draw ma?
Any pun about cloning my sister is sure to be a growin’ her.