Little Miss Thing, age 4, pulls ancient flip phone from her pocket.”I have a phone now.”
Me: “It’s a nice phone.”
LMT: “It’s not real. I still call people, but they don’t talk back.”
Little Miss Thing, age 4, pulls ancient flip phone from her pocket.”I have a phone now.”
Me: “It’s a nice phone.”
LMT: “It’s not real. I still call people, but they don’t talk back.”
My Oldest, age 13: “I have a theory that our family are just naturally difficult people. Like all good Americans. ‘No! We will not adopt the perfectly simple and easy-to-use Metric system! Because… ‘MURICA!'”
Little Miss Thing, age 4, reading a Dora book: “We… need… to go… to the… banana… grove. Can… you… see the… banana… grove. (Pause) Seriously, Dora? It’s a giant banana forest right behind you! It’s right there! Why are you asking me?”
NOTE: She may have just outgrown Dora, right in front of my eyes. Sigh. Always sad to see the end of an era.