Drawn Out

Little Miss Thing, age 7: “Daddy, I just drew a portrait of Mama from my notepad. Do you want me to draw you, too?”

Me: “Of course! That sounds delightful.”

(perches on couch, staring at me)

(pencil scratching noises)

LMT: “No, that’s no good. It doesn’t even look like you.”

(crumples paper, throws on floor)

(pencil scratching noises)

LMT: “Nope. I hate this one.”

(crumples paper, throws on floor)

(pencil scratching noises)

LMT: “Here you go! Looks just like you!”

(hands me drawing)

Me: “Awww, honey that’s perfect. It looks just like me.”

LMT: “You can have it. Hang it up wherever you want.”

Me: “Thanks.”

Drawn_Out

Situation Normal

(at school picnic)

Wonderful Wife: “It’s been about half an hour since they checked in. Can you see our kids?”

Me: “Lemme look.”

(stands up, scans large field of active children)

WW: “And?”

Me: “Yes, I can see them. They’re good.”

WW: “What are they doing?”

Me: “He’s with a group of his friends and it looks like they’re daring each other to eat dirt. She’s chasing some older boys and throwing mulch at them.”

(long pause)

WW: “Sounds about right.”

Me: “Situation Normal.”

(sits back down)

Four Ever

(showering)

Little Miss Thing, age 7: “Dad, when are we leaving? I want to leave right now.”

Me: “Soon.”

LMT: “How soon? I want to see if they have the balloon animals. They might run out.”

Me: “As soon as I’m done with my shower and I get dressed. So about four minutes.”

LMT, yelling down hallway: “He says four minutes, so that means about four hours.”

Me: …