Little Miss Thing, age 7: “Can I bring my art kit into the restaurant? I’m going to be bored.”
Me: “No way you’ll be bored! I’ll be telling lots of funny stories and jokes.”
LMT: “Yeah, that’s what I mean.”
Little Miss Thing, age 7: “Can I bring my art kit into the restaurant? I’m going to be bored.”
Me: “No way you’ll be bored! I’ll be telling lots of funny stories and jokes.”
LMT: “Yeah, that’s what I mean.”
It’s Friday afternoon, and I made a giant pot of chili. That pretty much sums up my plans for the weekend.
(long wait in exam room at pediatrician)
Me: “So this Well Visit flyer says boys around age 10 may start taking unnecessary risks.”
(boy jumps off exam table onto his face)
Danger Monkey, age 10: “Owww.”
Me: “I have no idea what they are talking about.”
(boy rides rolling exam stool into wall with his face)
DM: “I don’t know, either.”
(boy climbs wall, hits face on window sill as he falls)
Me: “Yeah, it’s a big mystery.”