Wonderful Wife: “Who’s my favorite six year old?”
Me: “Me! Me! Me!”
Little Miss Thing, age 6: “No, Daddy. You’re like 40 or 50… or 60 or something.”
Wonderful Wife: “Who’s my favorite six year old?”
Me: “Me! Me! Me!”
Little Miss Thing, age 6: “No, Daddy. You’re like 40 or 50… or 60 or something.”
Little Miss Thing, age 6: “Does the syrup bottle go in the fridge or the cabinet?”
Me: “Does the label say refrigerate after opening?”
LMT: (reading) “Yes!”
Me: “Then it goes in the fridge.”
[20 minutes later]
Me: “Why is the syrup bottle in the fridge with the cap off???”
LMT: “It says to put it in with the cap off.”
Me: “It says… what?”
LMT: (pointing to label) “See… Refrigerate after opening.”
Me: (slow blink) “You’re absolutely right.”
Just found out tonight that my wife and kids have never seen Jumanji. We are currently fixing that. Thank you, Netflix. I am concerned the neighbors will complain about the screams of laughter coming from our living room.