Learning to Fly

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)

Not in this state

I just got the greatest compliment a dad can ever get.

Little Miss Thing, age 4: “Daddy, I want to marry you.”

I love you, too, kiddo.