I was feeling pretty sleepy this morning after staying up late last night. My son asked me why I looked so tired as I was pouring my coffee.

I told him, 'I guess I'm just feeling a little *depresso*!'

My son came home from school yesterday looking a bit deflated. He told me he'd really struggled with his math test, especially the questions about decimals and fractions.

I told him he just needed to get to the point.

Why did the piano get in trouble at school?

Because it kept key-ing off its classmates.

I'm having a grape time at the wine tasting, but it's a crushing experience.