A proper dad joke… I still don’t think my boy has forgiven me, even 20+ years later.
Our little family was sitting before the TV set, watching a family friendly movie and enjoying a pizza dinner, a Friday night ritual at our home. I excused myself and slipped upstairs and got a good big blob of hair gel out of the wife’s stash of beauty chemicals. This particular gel was sold in several colours, the differing colours denoting the holding power of the gel. As Frau Fritz wasn’t into spiked hair she used the green gel which gave her the hold she wanted but gave me an idea.
I returned to the family scene of pizza and a movie and casually plunked myself back down on the sofa beside my son, keeping the gel concealed in my hand. A minute or so later I pretended to cough and choke for a moment, dutifully shielding the kid from any mess by covering my mouth with my hand.
I then looked in the hand… went EYEEW, or words to that effect, and smeared the mess in my hand down his bare arm.
I didn’t warn my wife or the other son so nobody was ready for it.
the look on that kids face was priceless!
makes me laugh just thinking on it.