My sister Tina often gently points out that I take a joke and grind it into the ground under my heel. I think I just found out where I got it from. Mum was talking about the bad weather in Scotland, and that the van that they were driving around in often shook from the wind.
Mum: The van was a-rockin' but it wasn't our fault.
Dad: [a beat] I like rocking the van sometimes!
Mum: The van was a-rockin' but it wasn't our fault.
Dad: [a beat] I like rocking the van sometimes!