All The Glitters

Me: “Love you.”

My Oldest, age 14: “How much?”

Me: “Should you die, I will avenge your death in a murderous rage.”

Oldest: “Good… But don’t get caught. And try to invent a poison that makes them cough up glitter as they die.”

Me: “As you wish.”

Disco Dad

My youngest gave me my Fathers Day card… which was approximately six pounds of silver glitter glued to a sheet of paper. No writing or pictures. Just silver glitter. Basically a steamrolled disco ball.

She said, “Here’s your card. Now let’s go rough house.”

And we did.