Disco Dad

My youngest gave me my Fathers Day card… which was approximately six pounds of silver glitter glued to a sheet of paper. No writing or pictures. Just silver glitter. Basically a steamrolled disco ball.

She said, “Here’s your card. Now let’s go rough house.”

And we did.

Negotiations

Little Miss Thing, age 4: “Can I have a cookie for breakfast?”

Me: “No, I don’t think so.”

LMT: “Can I have… three?”

Me: “No!”

LMT: “Can I have… one hundred and one?”

Me: “You are either horrible at negotiating, or brilliant at it. I’m not sure yet.”