Danger Monkey, age 7, crawling and snarling: “If I was a cheetah, I would eat you. You have lots of meat.”
Me: “Uh… Thank you? I think.”
Danger Monkey, age 7, crawling and snarling: “If I was a cheetah, I would eat you. You have lots of meat.”
Me: “Uh… Thank you? I think.”
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.