How My Dad's Mind Work ( or proof that it doesn't ) & Like Father Like Dauther

Tonight's Exchange:

Dad: *get out juice and sees he has a cut on his finger. Goes to the bathroom to put a bandaid on it comes out mumbling* I have a whole other jew on my finger. ( Note: What he actually said was, "I have a whole bunch of goo on my finger." but that's not what Sky heard. And he was talking about Neosporin.)
Me: What?!
Dad: ...I have goo on my finger?
Me: *blinks* ...oh.
Dad: *starts to leave the room*
Me: You aren't going to leave the juice out are you?
Dad: Oh, right. I should put that away. *starts to put it back in the fridge*
Me: So... you aren't going to have any then? *looks pointedly at the empty glass*
Dad: *blink* Oh... I guess not...

Yeah... we're weird... And I have no idea why I thought this was LJ worthy. ^.^;;

Sometimes things are funny...

Me: OMFG, why is this computer being a whore?
Alex: Because you're a fantastic pimp.