Me: “Nice combat boots and all black outfit. You look like a rock star.”
Little Miss Thing, age 6: “No, I’m a Girl Scout.”
Me: “Well, maybe when you grow up, you can be a rock star and a Girl Scout.”
LMT: “Maybe. I’m pretty busy.”
Me: “Nice combat boots and all black outfit. You look like a rock star.”
Little Miss Thing, age 6: “No, I’m a Girl Scout.”
Me: “Well, maybe when you grow up, you can be a rock star and a Girl Scout.”
LMT: “Maybe. I’m pretty busy.”
Wonderful Wife: “How was your day at school today, dear?”
Little Miss Thing, age 6: “The F-word.”
WW: (arched eyebrows) “Pardon me?”
LMT: “Fun!!!” (much giggling)
Chinese buffet hostess: “Just two tonight? And how old is your daughter?”
Danger Monkey, age 9: “I’m nine… and, if it matters, I’m a boy.”
Hostess: “Oh, I am so sorry!”
DM: “It’s OK. Is it the same price?”
Hostess: “What?”
DM: “Do you charge the same price for boys and girls?”
Hostess: “Oh, of course.”
DM: “Then it doesn’t matter if you write down boy or girl.”
Hostess: “I guess not.”