Little Miss Thing, age 7: (holding plush rabbit) “Mr. Flops loves you, Daddy.”
Me: “How is my Grand-Bunny today?”
LMT: “He’s not your grandchild. I got him from the shelter.”
Me: “If you adopted him and love him, then he’s most definitely my grandchild, and I love him all the same.”
LMT: “Hug attack!” (throws bunny in my face)
LMT: “Sorry. He’s just happy to have a family.”
My kids make their lunches every morning, usually around the time I’m leaving for work. Lots of big, goofy goodbye hugs means Daddy gets to wear peanut butter to work almost every day.
And I’m OK with that.