Me: “Are you going to be a princess for Halloween?”
Little Miss Thing, age 5: “I’m Elsa. I’m a queen. Queens are higher than princesses.”
Me: “Are you going to be a princess for Halloween?”
Little Miss Thing, age 5: “I’m Elsa. I’m a queen. Queens are higher than princesses.”
Little Miss Thing, age 4, out of the blue: “Did you know I’m also a paleontologist?”
Me: “No, I did not.”
LMT: “If I had a dinosaur, I would feed it food and water and name it Tushy-Butt.”
(much laughter)
Me: “Yep. You sound like a paleontologist all right.”
Little Miss Thing, age 4, walks into the room: “Hello, fellas. How was your day? Did you punch anybody or poop on their heads?”
Danger Monkey, age 7, in British accent: “Certainly not. Why would you ask such a thing?”
Seriously people. This is word for word. I couldn’t make this up.
Also, no idea he did such a good British accent. A father needs to know these things.