*PMS cramps*
Me: $hiiiiiit.
Dad: Zoe, I want you to rake the leaves and do laundry!
Me: seriously?!
Dad: yeah why would I kid about this??
Me: I HAVE CRAMPS, DAD!
Dad: who cares. Do it anyway.
Me: I feel like crap. I can't!
Dad: stop complaining.
Me: .....
Me: no.
Dad: excuse me?!
Me: I said no.
Dad: fine. Go talk to your mother about it.
Me: mmkay. *not nervous at all*
2 mins later
*dad comes into room*
Dad: well, why are you still in here? Didn't your mom tell you to go anyway?
Me: I told her every word you said. She said I could stay in.
Me: she also wants you to know you're sleeping on the couch tonight.

*dad goes to mom*
Dad: why exactly am I sleeping on the couch???!
Mom: excuse you mister?! Do you know what it feels like to have PMS?!
Dad: ...no
Mom: and yet you try to make her do WORK?!?!?
Dad: is it really that bad?!
Mom: okay babe, go back a few minutes. You heard you were sleeping on the couch. Yes. It is that bad.
Dad: I'll go stand in the corner now.
Mom: you're still sleeping on the couch.