Me: “That bumper sticker just says BELIEVE. How are we supposed to know what to believe?”
Wonderful Wife: “Journey really should have been more specific.”
Me: (slow blink) “Was that a pop music reference?”
WW: “Yes. Was it right?”
Me: “I love you so much.”
WW: “I know.”
Me: “Listen to this sick beat.” (drumming on the steering wheel)
Danger Monkey, age 9: “Keep your hands firmly on the wheel at 10 and 2.”
Me: “Who are you, my mother?”
DM: “No, I just want you to not kill us.”
Me: “OK that’s valid. A little judgey, but valid.”
Danger Monkey, age 9: “You should copy me.”
Little Miss Thing, age 6: “OK, climb on the copy machine and I will copy you.”
DM: “No, you’re taking my idiom literally. Do you even know what an idiom is?”
LMT: “Um… YES.”
DM: “An idiom is something that isn’t literal. Like, you’re driving me crazy.”
LMT: “I can’t drive you crazy!”
DM: “Right. It’s not literal.”
LMT: “No, I’m only 6. I don’t have a drivers license.”
Very Vocal Viking 