Congratulations

Wonderful Wife: “Don’t just write congratulations on the wedding card.”

My Oldest, age 16: “Why not?”

WW: “You only wish the groom congratulations because he got a beautiful bride. You tell the bride best wishes.”

Me: “You should always tell the groom ‘Nice Going, Dude’ and tell the bride ‘Good Luck Because You’re Going to Need It, Sister’.”

Oldest: “What?”

WW: “Here’s a good rule: Never take advice from your father.”

Oldest: “That sounds about right.”

Me: “Yeah, that’s actually solid advice.”

Chips on My Shoulder

My Oldest, age 16: (walks in eating potato chips) “Hey, since when do you hide potato chips from us?”

Me: “SHHHHH!”

Me: (whispering) “I don’t hide them. I just… store them… strategically. And please be quiet before the others hear you.”

My Oldest: “This from the guy who tells us to not keep secrets. Nice.”

Me: “Hey, now. I only hide them because you kids snarf them up immediately as soon as you know they’re in the house. It’s one of my only treats, so I like to have some stick around in the house longer than 10 minutes.”

My Oldest: “Whatever. You can hide all the BBQ chips you want, I just want the plain ones.”

Danger Monkey, age 10: (from the other room) “We have BBQ chips! Woo-hoo!”

Me: (glaring)

My Oldest: (batting eye lashes) “Love you, Daddy.” (walks away)