Me: “It’s time to go. You were given plenty of warning. Is your room clean?”
Little Miss Thing, age 6: “Yes.”
Me: “Really? You can’t go with me unless your room is truly clean.”
LMT: “It is.”
Me: “For your info, I’m going go check for myself.”
LMT: “Give me a minute.” (Runs upstairs and starts cleaning furiously)
Me: “Hey, do you know that young couple over there?”
Oldest Daughter, age 14: “Yes. They go to my school. Why do you ask?”
Me: “They keep looking over here, and are about your age, so I figured maybe they were trying to get your attention or something.”
Oldest: “Or maybe they just aren’t good at not getting caught staring at giant hairy Hagrid-looking dudes.”
Me: “Noted.”
Danger Monkey, age 9: “Why did the superhero go to the restroom?”
Little Miss Thing, age 6: “He had to poop? Pee? Both!”
DM: “No, don’t ruin my joke. Why did the superhero go to the restroom?”
LMT: “I don’t know. Why?”
DM: “He was doing his duty.”
LMT: “Was he a super pooper?”
DM: “OK, that’s funnier than mine.”
LMT: “I know.”
Very Vocal Viking 