Danger Monkey, age 10: “Can I have more steak please?”
Me: “Well, we’re all splitting just one steak, so none of us are having very much.”
Little Miss Thing, age 7: “I want more steak, too.”
Me: “You kids are making a Viking dad very proud.”
LMT: “No, I want a bigger piece than that. You need to buy more steak next time.”
DM: “Yeah, this is not enough steak.”
Me: “I think I’m going to tear up.”
(at restaurant with My Oldest, age 15)
(family of four gets seated next to us)
Tiny girl, maybe 3: “I don’t want to sit here.”
Mom: “What’s wrong dear?”
(tiny girl runs around table to her dad)
TG: “That big man is angry! Why does he look so angry?”
Dad: “He’s not angry, honey.”
(I wave at her and smile)
TG: (suspicious stare)
TG: “OK.”
(walks back to her seat, eyeing me warily)
Oldest: (stifling laughter, tears in eyes) “I suddenly need to text all my friends. No reason.”
A friend from high school sent me this photo the other day. It’s a portrait of me that he painted. A painting… of me.
I am just amazed at the likeness. I really love this.
But part of me says, who am I that I deserve to have my portrait painted? What an amazing thing. Priceless.
Thanks, Ted!
You can see more of Ted’s work on his page.
Very Vocal Viking 