Treet & Rutherford

Little Miss Thing, age 6: “Why do you call us different names all the time?”

Me: “They’re just silly nicknames.”

LMT: “Why do they change every day?”

Me: “OK, how about permanent nicknames. You are now… Treet, the magical puppy.”

LMT: “Yay!”

Danger Monkey, age 9: “I’m a telekinetic cat.”

Me: “No, I have to give it to you.”

DM: “Then make me a telekinetic cat.”

Me: “No, your name is… Rutherford… and you are a… telekinetic… uh… turnip.”

DM: “Can I be a shape-changing telekinetic turnip?”

Me: “Yes, you are now a shape-changing, telekinetic turnip named Rutherford.”

DM: “I change into a cat.”

Me: (slow blink)

Me: “Son, you may be better at this game than I am.”

Happy B-Day to Me!

First birthday present for this year.

My Oldest, age 15, took it upon herself to commission a Ren Faire blacksmith to make me a black iron Thor’s Hammer pendant with an extra long cord “so it can hang below my beard.”

birthday_hammer

As a bonus, I noticed this picture has a heart-shaped grease stain from the turkey leg I ate at the Ren Faire this afternoon. BEST. VIKING DAD PICTURE. EVER.

This was all her idea. She also hand sewed a tiny cloth bag for storing the necklace, with a ribbon tied cinch closure and everything. All her idea, all paid with her babysitting money.

I joke around sometimes about getting emotional about cool things my kids do, and usually I’m mostly kidding. Somewhat true, and I’m proud of my kids. But usually I’m joking when I say I’m getting tears in my eyes. But this time I am genuinely tearing up. I am truly touched by this gesture.

Folks, I’m a very lucky Viking Dad. For real.

Thanks kiddo, I’ll wear it with pride.