Got a Match?

I learned to appreciate crude and off-color humor growing up from my brother, Adam.  He introduced us to many a fine joke and insult back in the day.  I'm sure every one of his siblings knows exactly how to respond if someone should ask him or her for a match.

Question:  Got a match?
Response:  Yeah, I got a match.  My butt and your face.

We didn't get much opportunity to use this joke...we weren't often approached as children by people looking for a light, but perhaps on a birthday or camping trip we would be so lucky.  I'd almost always get it wrong, though, and say, "Your butt and my face!"  Haha.  Wait a minute...

One of my father's favorite jokes was to ask one of us if our face hurt.  Whether we responded "yes" or "no," he could then say, "Well its killing me!"  Haha, but back to matches.

A couple of days ago, I was sitting on the floor folding a massive pile of laundry.  Israel was sitting near me at the computer playing a game, when I heard him give a little nervous cry.  I looked over at him to see him extending a lit match to me.  "Hot," he said.  I quickly blew it out, wet it with my fingers, and threw it away.  Who knew the kid could light a match?  Monkey see, monkey do, I guess.  I'll have to practice extreme diligence now and never leave matches just lying around anymore.