Me: “How was gymnastics?”
Little Miss Thing, age 5: “I’m really good at it. And they make us do blah blah blah. You know how it goes.” (runs off to play)
Me: “I feel like blah blah blah means I’m not cool enough for that level of detail.”
Wonderful Wife: “Me neither. I got the same version. Maybe some day we’ll be cool enough.”
Me: “Probably not.”
A brief treatise on the thought processes behind morning snuggles.
The Adults: “How nice. Warm soft snuggles.”
The Teenage daughter: “How nice. Warm soft snuggles.”
The Nine Year Old Son: “How nice. Warm soft snuggles.”
The Five year old daughter: “Oh, look. Four people calmly snuggling. I will stand on them and do gymnastics.”
Little Miss Thing, age 4, does a backward roll in her princess dress.
Me: “You know, you probably shouldn’t let people see your panties.”
LMT: “It’s OK. They’re fresh.”