Dad's humor

Dad wasn't real talkative today, but I could still read into some of his responses and body language that he might be feeling ornery!
From across the room, Mom said, "I love you, honey."
"I love you, too", was the clear reply.
I was sitting on the bed in his direct gaze, so I said, "What about me?"
A slight shake of the head.
"Do you love me?!" I asked again.
Just a look.
Stinker.
"Well, that's OK, Dad, I love you."
After a second he responded, "OK."
That twinkle in his eye made me laugh.

Emily and I were in the car, talking about some of Poppy's "behind-the-wheel" vocabulary--aimed at other drivers, and just traffic in general.
"Local yokels."
"Whadaya think this is, a racetrack down through here?"
And attempting to pull out from his driveway, "There wasn't anybody through here in 5 minutes but look what we got coming now, a herd of turtles."
And aimed at other drivers:
"Nut case."
"Fruitcake."
"Idiot."
Emily said she would hear the word "moron", but never knew what it meant!
And my personal favorite--aimed at the population increasing the traffic congestion: "They oughta throw a bomb under this place."
Back and forth, Emily and I recited Dad's "driving phrases" tonight and we were howling with laughter!