Happiness is having a son to help me sort all my D&D minis.
He may be enjoying it more than I am.
Maybe.
Happiness is having a son to help me sort all my D&D minis.
He may be enjoying it more than I am.
Maybe.
My Oldest, age 13: “I think… Yes… You need to move those boxes.”
Me: “I think… Yes… You are bossy.”
Oldest: “Yes. Have you met me? Now quiet down so you can hear my instructions better.”
Presented as evidence in case anyone thought Little Miss Thing had fallen too far from the tree.
I think we’re raising a couple of very confident young women, and this giant Viking dad couldn’t be prouder.
I just got serious attitude from the little old lady cashier for accidentally getting in an express lane with 22 items instead of 15.
Well excuuuuuuuse me, Sandra at Marsh.
How about a little holiday spirit? Sheesh.
I think someone needs to be the bigger person and remember the true reason for the season. A polite society depends on people to rise above and forgive each other for little things.
Also, I keyed your car on my way out.
Merry Xmas.