Me: “Nice combat boots and all black outfit. You look like a rock star.”
Little Miss Thing, age 6: “No, I’m a Girl Scout.”
Me: “Well, maybe when you grow up, you can be a rock star and a Girl Scout.”
LMT: “Maybe. I’m pretty busy.”
Me: “Nice combat boots and all black outfit. You look like a rock star.”
Little Miss Thing, age 6: “No, I’m a Girl Scout.”
Me: “Well, maybe when you grow up, you can be a rock star and a Girl Scout.”
LMT: “Maybe. I’m pretty busy.”
Wonderful Wife: “How was your day at school today, dear?”
Little Miss Thing, age 6: “The F-word.”
WW: (arched eyebrows) “Pardon me?”
LMT: “Fun!!!” (much giggling)
Little Miss Thing, age 6: “Show me a picture of me on your phone.”
Me: “Here, I’ve got Instagram open so let’s just look at my feed.”
LMT: “Why are there so many pictures of food?”
Me: “That’s just what I post.”
LMT: “You think about food too much.”