Made my WIS check and bought a headlight instead of paying someone to do it.
Then failed my DEX roll and couldn’t fit my hand in the little compartment.
With much thanks to my incredibly resourceful wife and her little paws — I am once again street legal.
The kids decided to “sled” down the stairs repeatedly on a slippery blanket, giggling all the while. Then they opened an umbrella behind them to see if it slowed them down.
I really love my kids.
Tucked the kids in tonight. I always try to leave them with a positive thought to help them have good dreams.
Me: “What do you kids think you will dream about tonight?”
Danger Monkey, age 7: “My favorite TV show.”
Little Miss Thing, age 4: “I’m going to dream about you, Daddy. Or poop.”