I’ve been up most of the night with customer issues for work. In the 2 hours I got to sleep, I dreamed I was a Scientist who was studying my own superhuman healing powers, before I was shot five times by a street thug during a robbery of my lab. My healing powers struggled to overcome the injuries and I eventually passed out at the opening of an alley, just as Tony Stark and Bruce Banner stumbled by after a long night of drinking. I was whisked away and drifted in and out of a montage of hospital scenes. Apparently now I’m an Avenger. In my dreams. Literally.
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Good Will and Stuff
My Oldest, age 13: “I hate even thinking about snow until after Halloween because then we’re all about Christmas, which is all about snow and presents and cookies. And… you know, love and good will and stuff.”
Ditched me
Danger Monkey, age 8: “I’d like to play in that trench.”
Me: “Actually, we call those ravines or maybe gully. A “trench” is something that was dug by people.”
DM: “The deepest known spot on Earth is the Marianas Trench. It is located in the Pacific Ocean and it was not dug by people.”
Me: (slow blink)
Me: “Yes, you are absolutely correct. Call it whatever you want. Now go get dirty.”
And he did.
Very Vocal Viking 