Made the kids some S.O.S. this morning (shit on a shingle – sausage gravy over eggs over toast). They loved it, and I know that somewhere out there my Dad is smiling down. Or up. I’m not judging.
Category: Parenting
Uneasy Reader
Me: “Time for lights out.”
Little Miss Thing, age 7: (keeps reading)
Me: “I can see you reading.”
LMT: (keeps reading)
Me: “Lights out. For real.”
LMT: (keeps reading)
Me: “Time for sleep. Book down now. Go to sleep.”
LMT: (keeps reading)
Me: “It would be nice to be acknowledged.”
LMT: “You know what would be nice? Reading uninterrupted.”
Me: …
Me: (turns off the light, heads downstairs)
Me: “Goodnight, kiddo.”
LMT: “You’re mean!”
Me: “I love you, too.”
Hand You’re Dealt
Little Miss Thing, age 7, walks up shuffling a deck of cards.
LMT: “Daddy, pick a card.”
Me: “Hmmm… Let me see… I’ll choose… this one.”
LMT: (shuffles cards intently for 30 seconds)
LMT: “Sorry, you lose.” (walks away)
Me: …
Very Vocal Viking 