Now your dad's lie which seems to fall squarely into the category of what I, as a dad, call "dad jokes"—jokes that are dumb and aren't funny to anyone but the dad, if him might be seen as a kind of playful fictionalizing or storytelling, which just happened to be a bit misguided.
Called my dad, called my mom.
Mark, now a professional wrestler, was born as his Dad called a Sheffield Shield cricket match ("We named him Mark, because you've never heard of a kid named handpass or kick," Cometti told listeners).
Without much ado, Dad called a press conference in the Pegasus room, a small chamber somewhere in the bowels of Churchill Downs.
WHEN I was 3, my dad called a family meeting and told us he was sick of shoveling snow in Minneapolis.
He was pretty aggressive, and there was a moment when I thought, 'I'm already spending $5,000, what's another $500?' But my dad called a lawyer, and then called the broker, who then got really aggressive with me.
When I was a little girl, my dad called me, Porky.
Our first car was a hand-me-down from my father's boss, an enormous clunker that Dad called Chief Hungry Horse, for its gas-guzzling habits and the Indian head on its hood.
My dad called Halloween a fabulous marketing trick not only for the candy companies, but for the diet industry.
Dad called out a number, and his daughters guessed the player.
