Little Miss Thing, age 5: “Want to hear how loud I can sing?”
My Wonderful Wife: “No. We’re in a hotel room and the people next door might be asleep.”
LMT: “You don’t know – they might be wide awake and like loud singing.”
Little Miss Thing, age 5: “Want to hear how loud I can sing?”
My Wonderful Wife: “No. We’re in a hotel room and the people next door might be asleep.”
LMT: “You don’t know – they might be wide awake and like loud singing.”
My Oldest, age 13: “Why do they call it Black Friday.”
Me: “Because it’s a dark, dark day in our calendar.”
Oldest: “I think you just made that up.”
Me: “Doesn’t mean it’s not true.”
A brief treatise on the thought processes behind morning snuggles.
The Adults: “How nice. Warm soft snuggles.”
The Teenage daughter: “How nice. Warm soft snuggles.”
The Nine Year Old Son: “How nice. Warm soft snuggles.”
The Five year old daughter: “Oh, look. Four people calmly snuggling. I will stand on them and do gymnastics.”