Don’t be jealous, but my son is out in the woods dressed as The Dread Pirate Roberts and fighting legions of invisible bad guys with his foam swords.
Well, OK – you can be jealous.
Don’t be jealous, but my son is out in the woods dressed as The Dread Pirate Roberts and fighting legions of invisible bad guys with his foam swords.
Well, OK – you can be jealous.
(The boy climbs into the car)
Me: “We’re just going into town to pick up some things. Why did you run back into the house?”
Danger Monkey, age 9: “I almost forgot my dice. I have a special pocket in my fleece just for my dice bag and some pencils in case anyone ever wants to play D&D.”
Me: … (sniff)
DM: “Daddy, are you crying?”
Danger Monkey, age 9: “What is this?” (pokes with fork)
Me: “Those are grilled onions, my son. I noticed you’ve been eating raw onions for the last few weeks, so figured you should try them the way they should be eaten: slowly fried until they are golden, caramelized and delicious.”
DM: “But, now they don’t give me a breath weapon.”
Me: (slow blink)
Me: “Noted.”