Me: “Love you.”
My Oldest, age 14: “How much?”
Me: “Should you die, I will avenge your death in a murderous rage.”
Oldest: “Good… But don’t get caught. And try to invent a poison that makes them cough up glitter as they die.”
Me: “As you wish.”
Me: “Love you.”
My Oldest, age 14: “How much?”
Me: “Should you die, I will avenge your death in a murderous rage.”
Oldest: “Good… But don’t get caught. And try to invent a poison that makes them cough up glitter as they die.”
Me: “As you wish.”
Sometimes Love is a five person hug pile, including a cat, a purple-haired teenager, a boy dressed like an elf, and a five year old pretending to be dead.
Me: “I should get you a t-shirt that says ‘I ❤ Haters’.”
My Oldest, Age 14: “The word ‘Haters’ isn’t cool anymore, Dad.”
Me: “So you think I’m out of the loop?”
Oldest: “Look… you’re over forty and still on Facebook, Dad. You can’t even see the loop from where you are.”
Me: (long pause) “Yeah, OK, that’s valid.”