Theory

Family cuddle piles, in theory:

“I have never felt so warm and safe in my life. I love you guys.”

Family cuddle piles, the reality:

“Ow! My kidney!”

“Whatever. You still have another one.”

First and Last

Danger Monkey, boy age 9: (screech) (screech) (screech)

Me: “WHAT WHAT WHAT is that horrible noise you are making?”

DM: (slow blink)

DM: “I’m not sure but this may be the first of my dolphin super powers.”

Danger Monkey, age 9: “When I grow up, I want to be 5’9″ and no more.”

Me: “That’s very… specific. Any reason why?”

DM: “I read that’s the average height of a High Elf.”

Me: “I support this.”