A woman stood inside the front door, her arms full of coats. Four small children scurried around her.
Her husband, coming down the stairs, asked why she was standing there.
"Here," she said, handing him the coats.
"This time you put the children into their coats, and I'll go honk the horn."

A stage mother cornered the concert violinist in his dressing room and insisted he listen to a tape of her talented son playing the violin.
One of my duties as church secretary is to answer the phone and refer calls. The telephone rang one day with an urgent caller on the other end. He needed to talk to the senior pastor.