Mini Me

Happiness is having a son to help me sort all my D&D minis.

He may be enjoying it more than I am.

Maybe.

Ick

So, now suddenly I’m the bad guy because I won’t let the boy eat a pickle and eggnog with his General Tso’s chicken.

I have my limits, people.

Things I get to say at Dinner:

“Less death stares at your little sister at the dinner table, please.”

That’s solid parenting, right there.