Crooked door

(Jet lagged. B+J would come up with any excuse not to go to bed.)

Dad: Go to bed!
B: Look, the door is crooked.
Boss: Go to bed!

(Later)

Dad: Actually, I think the door is crooked...

Cold water spa

(Dad soaking in cold water after the hot spring.)

Dad: Aaaaaah!
B: What are you doing?
Dad: I am crazy.

B: Aaaaah!
Dad: what are you doing?
B: I am crazy like you.

Mud spa

(At a spa known for its muddy hot spring.)

Boss: Want to come in and soak in the hot spring?
B: No. It looks dirty.
Dad: I know. If you come soak in it, we can take a picture and gross out all of your friends.
B: Coming!

Dirty look

(In a pastry store. The clerk offered a sample to B.)

Dad: say "Thank you, aunty."

(Dirty look from the clerk.)

Dad: Huh, "Thank you, sister?"
Dad (thinking to self): sister, you may not want to skim on the botox budget.

Cat on the head

(Walking city streets.)

B: Look at that hairdo!
Dad: Wow, isn't it something!
J: Looks like a cat is sleeping on the head.

(Walking pass a corner)

B: The head-cat is waking up.
Boss: Actually, I think it looks more like a pissed raccoon.

(Dad whisking away the whole family before another comment is uttered.)

Where is mine?

Dad: Check this out, honorarium.
B: What is that?
Dad: People paid to hear me speak.
B: No way!

(Later.)

B: Say, you hear me talk all the time, where is my honorarium?

Olfactory memories

(Arrived in the city to visit grandpa and grandma)

B: Ah, we are getting close to grandma and grandpa's place.
Boss: How do you mean?
B: I can smell it!

(The distinct scent of oily street puddles and taxi exhaust fume...)

Boss: Ah, I see what you mean.