Little Louder

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.”

Black hearted

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.”

What were you thinking

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.”