The Age Problem.
The Connie: How old is your sister?
Daughter: How old do you think she is?
Son-in-Law: She’s the same age as me.
The Connie: 30… 31? 32? No, 33 maybe?
Daughter: Here’s a fun question for you. How old are you?
The Connie: Dude, that’s my problem to worry about.
Mom doesn’t know how old I am! This is like how she telling people I’m an ophthalmologist or asking how my French is when I live, for the millionth time, in the GERMAN speaking part!!