Asked the kids what they wanted for dinner.
They immediately went to the fridge and got out blueberries, apple, banana and avocado.
Either we’re doing something right or we have mutant children. My bet is on mutant children.
I blame my Wonderful Wife.
Lunch with the kids at that crazy pizza place.
A cool electric train runs on tracks in the walls to your table and brings you drinks… AWESOME.
Each booth has a coin-operated TV that shows cartoons… AWESOME.
The food… barely edible.Oh, the humanity.
The prices… Did I mention there is a cool train?
Making memories… Priceless.
Little Mist Thing, age 3, flapping her arms vigorously: “Look, Daddy. I’m flapping my wings so you know I’m a bird.”
Me: “That’s nice! But not only birds flap wings. Do you know of other things that flap wings?”
Ella: “Pteradons.”
Me: (slow blink) “Use your powers for good, kiddo.”
Very Vocal Viking 