Yelling up the stairs…
Me: “There’s entirely too much ruckus up there! You were tucked in over 20 minutes ago! Not another peep!”
(long pause)
Little Miss Thing, age 4: “Daddy?”
Me: “What?”
LMT: “I think a fart just came out of my mouth.” (so much giggling)
(long pause)
Me: “Go. To. Sleep. NOW.”
(Fake snoring noises)
Me: “I give up.”
Reheating some black bean soup.The youngest walks in.
Little Miss Thing, age 4: “Is that Bat’s Blood soup?”
(no clue where this came from)
Me: “No. Why? Do you want me to make Bat’s Blood soup?”
Girl: “No! Gross! But if you make some, I need to know.”
Me: “I understand.”
Stock boy: “Ever see Big Lebowski?”
Me: “Yes.”
SB: “You look like The Dude.”
Me: “You know, I get that a lot, actually.”
(Long pause)
SB: “I didn’t just offend you or anything, right?”
Me: “The Dude abides.”
SB: “You’re awesome, man.”
Very Vocal Viking 