Franki & Dave were playing with blocks on the floor. Dave was piling the blocks upwards when Franki told him that the pieces he was using "doesn't go there"

Daddee turned to mommee: your daughter has your control freak genes. i blame you.
Franki, in a very consoling tone: yes i know daddee
Daddee: you know? what do you know monkey?
franki in a resigned tone: i know everything.

LOL :o) the burden of "know everything" :o) LOL

Franki: Can i go to the big poowl?
Mommee: I can't today honey.
Franki: oh. .................. ok, how about you stay home and enjoy vincent. Daddee can go to the poowl with me. how's that? sounds like a plan?