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.”
Me: “Where do we want to go to dinner tonight?”
Danger Monkey, age 9: “I like Village Deli. I vote for VD.”
Little Miss Thing, age 6: “VD! VD! I want VD!”
Me: “You guys REALLY have to stop saying VD.”
DM: “Why? That’s the initials.”
Me: “I’ll explain later.”
DM: “When?”
Me: “When you’re older. Like 30.”
Wonderful Wife: “What’s wrong, Honey?”
Little Miss Thing, age 6: “Those girls won’t let me be the Mommy.”
WW: “Well, playing is all about compromise. Even when you have employees, yes they technically have to do what you say, but you still try to compromise to keep everyone happy. And you definitely have to compromise when you’re playing.”
LMT: “OK.”
WW: “So do you know what you need to do?”
LMT: “Yes – I need to pay them so they have to do what I say.” (runs off)
WW: (slow blink) “That was NOT the lesson I was going for.”
Very Vocal Viking 