The world needs to know that I just got soundly beaten at Memory by my five year old daughter. I’m no slouch memory-wise, and I was not letting her win. I’m a little embarrassed and a lot proud. The Force is strong with this one.
Tag: LMT
Not cool
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.”
Sugar baby
Little Miss Thing, age 5: “I’m car sick. But eating Skittles is helping. I want Skittles on all car trips.”
Wonderful Wife: “That’s an interesting theory.”
LMT: “No, I’m serious. It’s helping. The more Skittles I eat, the better I feel.”
WW: “I bet.”
Very Vocal Viking 