Mad Skills

Little Miss Thing, age 4: “Want to see my cool dance moves?”

Me: “Yes, of course!”

(much wild flailing)

Me: “That was great dancing.”

LMT: “I know. I dance a lot.”

Probably stronger

Little Miss Thing, age 4, gave me a hard squeezy hug.

Me: “Wow, you are really strong.”

She grimaces and flexes her arms as hard as she can in a muscle man pose.

LMT: “I’m probably stronger than you, Daddy.”

Did I mention she’s not hurting for confidence?

Me: “You know, honey, having the same BFF for the last five years is nice, but keep in mind that you and she will probably drift apart someday.”

My Oldest Girl, age 13: “Oh, it won’t be a drift. There will be a boy involved, and it will involve knives and restraining orders.”