Tea Cup Dog
Mum and I were in the newsagents where a cute Jack Russell jumped up at us, tail wagging happily. We paid for our paper and left the shop.
Me: Mum, that was a friendly wee dog, wasn’t it?
Mum: You want a cup of tea?
Me: No, I’m talking about the dog.
Mum: Oh, I thought you wanted a cup of tea. Look! A white van! And there’s a white car. Hahaha.