The Time Traveler Dad
A dad tells his son, “I’m a time traveler.”
The son looks at him, confused. “What? Really?”
The dad grins. “Yep. I travel back to the 80s every morning when I look in the mirror.”
The son stares at him for a moment, then says, “I don’t get it.”
The dad laughs, “I’m time-traveling to the era of my dad jokes—it’s an ancient form of humor!”
The doctor told me he couldn’t see the invisible man today. I asked why, and he said, “Because he’s not there.” So I told him, “That’s a good thing. Invisible men are hard to get ahold of—they always ghost you!”
