Little Miss Thing, age 7: “Look Daddy! I have a parachute!”
(holds six plastic grocery bags above her head)
Me: “How creative.”
LMT: “Let me get a running start. ”
Me: “Wait… wut…”
(runs past me, jumps off a couch, crumples to the ground)
Me: “Are you OK?”
(jumps to her feet)
LMT: (long pause)
LMT: “Nailed it.”
Wonderful Wife: “What do you want for Xmas?”
Little Miss Thing, age 7: “Gymnastics sheets for my bed.”
WW: “I don’t know if those exist.”
LMT: “You can get on Google and find them.”
WW: …
LMT: “You can use your phone right now.”
WW: (glares at me)
Me: “She’s not wrong.”
WW: “You did this to me.”
At tuck ins.
Me: “You are a really great kid. You’re good at gymnastics, and spelling and math and reading and writing, and you’re funny and smart and hard working – when you want to be. I’m very proud to be your dad.”
Little Miss Thing, age 6: “Yeah, I thought so.”
Very Vocal Viking 