Husband swings a new "training aid" golf club in the house after returning from a golf convention.
Boy (without looking up from his DS): I thought we weren't supposed to swing golf clubs in the house.
Husband: Well, you're right, but I'm a golf professional.
(He actually is; he's a PGA pro at Dick's Sporting Goods.)
Boy: We just played golf and you were terrible.
Husband: That's cuttin' deep, man.