So one day we were dorking around with the kiddos and the middle one asked me something, like what was for dinner, and I kept telling her silly answers. Finally she crossed her pipestem arms and glared at me and yelled, “Tell me the truth!”
Of course, I had to answer, “YOU CAN’T HANDLE THE TRUTH!”
Every so often one of them does it again and we take great delight in hollering YOU CAN’T HANDLE THE TRUTH in unison. They have no idea what it really means but they think it’s a scream anyway.