(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.”
(at restaurant)
Tiny Boy, maybe age 3: “Mommy, he’s really tall! Look, Mommy! He’s really tall!”
Mommy: “Yes, he is. Now let’s concentrate on your food.”
TB: “He’s really tall. He’s really tall. Is he a giant? Is he a giant?”
Mommy: “I’m so sorry, sir.”
Me: “No, I’m not a giant. But when I was little, I ate lots of veggies and they made me extra big and strong. Do you eat vegetables?”
TB: (nods, eyes wide)
Me: “Good. Eat your veggies and you’ll grow up big and strong like me.”
TB: “I will.”
I think I should make a “Viking Parkour” video that’s just 10 minutes of me walking around things and pushing people and objects out of my way.
Who would help me make that video?
Very Vocal Viking 