That’s the problem. The first time it’s funny, the second time amusing… by the tenth or, in my dad’s case, hundreth time… arrrrrgh!
My dad would introduce my mom at a party with “Oh, have you met my first wife?”
Or tell a waiter “I’ll have a scotch on the rocks, and my mother here will have a martini”…
Or start singing “Mairsy Doats and Dosey Doats, and little lambsy divy. A kiddley divy, too; wouldn’t you?”
… Over.
One.
Hundred.
Times.
If we’d whine “Mooooooom, I’m hungry” she’d respond “I’m Loretta - nice to meet you, Hungry!”
My dad was sneaky. We’d all be sitting around watching TV, and he’d look at one of us with great concern and say “Stand up a mimute!” Naturally, we’d get up, wondering what was wrong, at which point, he’d say “While you’re up, go get me a soda!” Funny guy… 
My mom (and my grandma) both used to say (after dinner)
I’ve had my sufficiency fanciful,
my Shimmy-shirt & my pants’r’full.
“Mum, what;s for dinner?”
“A run round the table and a kick at the cat.”
Animal abuse,* really* mum?
“Don’t just sit there like a bump on a log!”
“Try using your head for something besides a hat rack!”
My Dad gave my brother and I a talk about the birds and the bees:
“Bees got stingers and birds got peckers.”
Sorry. Us busy. 