Dad Jokes - Second Generation.

"Mom, someone spilled milk all over the floor!" Marty gasped, pointing at a spot on the kitchen floor. "Watch out or you'll step in it."

Marty's mom did a twirl, "Where? I don't see it."

"Right there, mom." Marty drew his mom's attention to the family's sleeping white Siamese cat, sprawled in a patch of sunlight. "See..."

"The cat? Seriously, Marty?"

Marty's face screwed up into a picture of mirth, his blue eyes dancing, "Yep, get it? He's white and milk is white."

"Go do your homework," calling after Marty's retreating back. "I want to check it when you're done."

Later that evening, at the dinner table.

"Son, pass me the salt." Marty's dad said around a mouthful of chicken.

"Can't dad, someone spilled it all over the floor," Marty shoved his head under the table. "See?"

"Why didn't somebody sweep it up for Christ's sake," Marty's dad's voice rose. "You're just going to leave it there?"

"You might want to check under the table, dear," Marty's mom gave her son a raised eyebrow. "Before you give someone a grounding."

Marty's dad lifted the table cloth with a grunt and stuck his head under the colorful yellow cloth. A second later he exclaimed, "There's nothing under here except the cat."

"Yeah, dad, get it? Jackie's a white cat, and salt is white. Get it?" Marty bounced up and down on his seat.

"Yeah, son, I get it."

"Welcome to my afternoon, dear. He's been hashing the same joke over and over and over again. I'm just glad it was you this time." Marty's mom sighed. "I nearly had an apoplectic fit when he said someone dumped flour on the floor."

"Whose idea was it to have a kid?" Marty's dad quipped, his eyes on his laughing son.

"At least I know where he gets his sense of humor from." Marty's mom said, her eyes crinkling at the corners.

"Hey..." Marty's dad said with an indignant click of his teeth. "I'm not that bad."