Disco Dad

My youngest gave me my Fathers Day card… which was approximately six pounds of silver glitter glued to a sheet of paper. No writing or pictures. Just silver glitter. Basically a steamrolled disco ball.

She said, “Here’s your card. Now let’s go rough house.”

And we did.

A Monkey’s Uncle

Danger Monkey, age 7: “I bet I can pack my lunch in under 2 minutes.”

Me: “No way. You goof around too much. A monkey with a brick glued to his butt could make a lunch faster than you do.”

DM: “Yeah, but he has four hands with opposable thumbs.”

Me: (slow blink)

Me: “OK. You win.”