Sugar baby

Little Miss Thing, age 5: “I’m car sick. But eating Skittles is helping. I want Skittles on all car trips.”

Wonderful Wife: “That’s an interesting theory.”

LMT: “No, I’m serious. It’s helping. The more Skittles I eat, the better I feel.”

WW: “I bet.”


My Wonderful Wife: “Hold still, child… I want to scrape that little bit of dried blood off your face.”

Little Miss Thing, age 5, recoiling: “Why? Are you going to sell it?’

WW: (slow blink) “Hey, honey, can I get a little help here?”

Me: “Hey… it’s a valid question.”