Turns out I am NOT emotionally prepared to hear my 10 year-old daughter describe short boys in her class as “fun sized.” I almost crashed the car.
Danger Monkey, age 4: “When I’m a grownup, I won’t work. I’ll just stay home and play with my kids.”
Me: “Really? If you don’t have a job, where will you get food?”
Danger Monkey: “The kitchen.”
I’m at GenCon at a “Learn to play D&D” session with My Oldest Girl, which is awesome.
I asked which type of character she wanted to play. She said, “A girl.”
And that’s why I love her.