Arriving home from work last night I saw that my son and daughter sat in silence. I asked what was wrong.
"Nothing's wrong, daddy," my daughter replied. "We're playing a game."
"What's the game?" I asked.
"Marriage," my son sighed.
"Doctor Doctor, I feel like a tennis racket."
"You must be too highly strung."
What helps keep your teeth together?
What else, Toothpaste!
"Doctor, Doctor, I have a hoarse throat."
"Well I hate to break it you, but the resemblance doesn't end there."