Danger Monkey, age 10: “This math problem is really frustrating.”
Me: “Can I help you with it?”
DM: “No, it’s OK. I understand the math, but the story problem is all wrong.”
Me: “Those can be tough.”
DM: “There’s no way 15 kids chose Fettuccine Alfredo over pizza or tacos.”
Me: (long pause)
Me: “I’m so glad I get to be your Dad.”
(watching ST:Voyager)
Me: “Hey, that’s Musetta Vander. I met her at Starbase Indy.”
Wonderful Wife: “Oh, yeah, she looks like that one woman who’s weird but everyone thinks is beautiful.”
Me: “That’s not enough info to… Oh, wait, you mean Fairuza Balk.”
WW: “Yeah, that’s her.”
(long pause)
Me: “So now I can read your mind.”
WW: “Careful what you wish for.”
Me: “OK, kids, we’re trying a new restaurant tonight.”
Little Miss Thing, age 7: “I don’t like it.”
Me: “You don’t even know which restaurant yet.”
LMT: “I already know enough restaurants.”
Me: “Give it a chance. It’s an old school restaurant with solid comfort food. Look, here, we’re pulling up. Isn’t that a cool looking older building?”
Danger Monkey, age 10: “It would look a lot cooler if they had a Medieval Ballista mounted to the roof.”
Me: (long pause)
Me: “I can’t argue with that.”
Very Vocal Viking 