Little Miss Thing, age 5: “Did you read the comics in the paper?”
Danger Monkey, age 8: “Yeah… They were boring.”
LMT: “Why?”
DM: “They didn’t have Calvin and Hobbes.”
Me: (tears welling up)
Little Miss Thing, age 5: “Did you read the comics in the paper?”
Danger Monkey, age 8: “Yeah… They were boring.”
LMT: “Why?”
DM: “They didn’t have Calvin and Hobbes.”
Me: (tears welling up)
Dinner out tonight is Mexican. Which is worse, that from my booth I can hear the kitchen staff loudly swearing in Spanish… or that most of the Spanish words I know are swear words?
Dinner with My Oldest, age 13.
Olive Garden Hostess: “Would you two like to wait for a table or just sit in the bar?”
Me: “Uh… How old do you think she is?”
Hostess: (horrified stare)
Me: “She’s 13.”
Hostess: “Oh my god! Really? I’m so sorry.”
Oldest: “It’s OK.”
Me: “No. No, it is not.”