I was feeling pretty sleepy this morning after staying up late last night. My son asked me why I looked so tired as I was pouring my coffee.

I told him, 'I guess I'm just feeling a little *depresso*!'

I was trying to get my kids to eat more vegetables, so I took them to the garden to show them where they come from.

Now they're rooted in their refusal to eat them.

I used to hate facial hair, but then it grew on me.

I'm a baker, and I'm feeling crumby today because I kneaded the dough, but it didn't rise to my expectations.