Shhhhhh… Don’t tell anyone, but Giant Vikings actually love having babies sleep on them. It balances out the angry.

Shhhhhh… Don’t tell anyone, but Giant Vikings actually love having babies sleep on them. It balances out the angry.

Me: “Hey… Whats the deal with the writing all down the inside of your leg? That looks like a whole paragraph.”
Danger Monkey, age 10: “It’s the rules for the new role playing game I’m creating.”
Me: “OK, that sounds cool, but why write on your leg?”
DM: “I ran out of room on my arms.” (pulls up sleeves)
Me: “Good god, son. That’s a lot of ink. Why are you writing all over your skin?”
DM: (puzzled look)
DM: “It’s the only paper that’s always with me.”
(long pause)
Me: “Can’t argue with that. Carry on.”
I have this thing I’ve been doing lately. The boy and I both love to order bacon pizza. He likes just bacon, I like bacon, sausage, and mushroom. And we always order too much.
If you ever find yourself with leftover bacon pizza, I highly recommend reheating it and then topping with fried eggs, avocado, and hot sauce.

OMG.
So delicious. If you haven’t tried it, please do. I call it “Viking Brunch”, but you can call it whatever you want.
Let me know what you think.