Me: “What? Why are you downstairs? I tucked you in 15 minutes ago.”
Little Miss Thing, age 7: “You didn’t do it right.”
Me: “Excuse me?”
LMT: (produces book)
Me: “What’s this? The American Girls Babysitting Guide Book?”
LMT: “Page 61. It says when you tuck in children, you should sit and read to them.”
Me: “Well, that’s more of a suggest…”
LMT: (running up stairs) “I already have a book picked out for you.”
Me: …
Wonderful Wife: “She did provide documentation.”
Me: “I blame you.”
Me: “Look kids, a Studebaker. That car is older than me.”
Little Miss Thing, age 6: “That’s really old. I don’t like it. It’s too round and the paint looks bad.”
Me: “It sounds like someone is channeling her inner critic.”
My Wonderful Wife: “Her critic is not ‘inner’.”
Reheating some black bean soup.The youngest walks in.
Little Miss Thing, age 4: “Is that Bat’s Blood soup?”
(no clue where this came from)
Me: “No. Why? Do you want me to make Bat’s Blood soup?”
Girl: “No! Gross! But if you make some, I need to know.”
Me: “I understand.”
Very Vocal Viking 