Danger Monkey, age 9: “Let’s go to Belize or the Florida Keys to see the Goliath Grouper.”
My Oldest, 15: “I would go to the Keys.”
Wonderful Wife: “I would love to go back to Venezuela and hit Belize, too.”
DM: “I vote for Belize. Where do you want to go, Daddy?”
Me: “Brunch.”
(loud commotion)
Danger Monkey, age 9: “Hey, I didn’t say GO yet!”
My Oldest, age 15: “Life has no start or stop buttons. I’m preparing you for real life. You’re welcome.”
DM: “Well, I don’t like it.”
Oldest: “No one does.”
Me: “You are bitter beyond your years.”
Oldest: “Thank you.”
(The boy climbs into the car)
Me: “We’re just going into town to pick up some things. Why did you run back into the house?”
Danger Monkey, age 9: “I almost forgot my dice. I have a special pocket in my fleece just for my dice bag and some pencils in case anyone ever wants to play D&D.”
Me: … (sniff)
DM: “Daddy, are you crying?”
Very Vocal Viking 