Dad: Where is my yellow shirt?
Mom: It is still dirty.
Dad: Why haven’t you done the yellow laundry yet?
Mom: I can’t; I don’t have a full load.
Dad: Well, get a full load; wash some clean yellow clothes.
Mom: Not until your daughter wears her yellow clothes; then, I’ll do a load of yellows.
Dad: That can’t be all the yellow in the house, really?
Mom: Yes, it is a small load.
Dad: HEY, DAUGHTER, WEAR YELLOW TODAY, OKAY?
Daughter (from across the house): NO, I’M WEARING PINK!
Dad: YOU ALWAYS WEAR PINK!
Daughter: I LOVE IT!
Dad: She loves pink; I can’t wear my favorite shirt; why do I even exist?
Mom: Maybe I could buy some yellow lingerie, you know?
Dad: How would that help?
Mom: You know; you know.
Dad: Oh, oh; lingerie-lingerie. Like…
Mom: Yes, just in yellow; something, you know.
Dad: But how would that help?
Mom: When you want to wear your yellow shirt, we dirty all the yellow clothes and, you know, do the laundry the next day.
Dad: But I want to wear my yellow shirt more than once a year.
Mom: Well, maybe I want to wear yellow more than once a year, too.
Their daughter enters the room.
Daughter: What are you guys talking about?
Dad: The yellow laundry.
Mom: Your father wants me to wash the yellows once a year.
Dad: That’s not what I said; I said that I want to wear my yellow shirt more than once a year.
Daughter: Oh, god, I’m sorry I asked; you guys are so boring.
The end.