Danger Monkey, age 7, jumps from his bed, squawking and flailing his arms. He crumples into a snickering pile on the floor.
Me: “Are you OK?”
DM: “I’m a baby bird, just learning to fly.”
Little does he know… He really is. (Sniff)
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Love Story
Tuck-ins these days mean having Little Miss Thing, age 4, read her favorite books to me. Lately she’s been reading me her “Frog and Toad” books, which are short but it takes forever because she changes the last word of every sentence to “poop” and then has a pretty solid laugh.
Still a better love story than Twilight.
Rules, schmules
My Wonderful Wife, to Little Miss Thing, age 4:
“You may not wear those today. Shoes have to fit onto your feet. It’s kind of a rule.”
Very Vocal Viking 