All piled in a hotel room in Chicago for family thing tomorrow, and tucking in the girls on the fold-out couch.
My Wonderful Wife: “Girls, you are not allowed to wake me up tomorrow morning until it is totally light outside.”
Little Miss Thing, age 5: “What about Daddy?”
Me: “You can wake me up if it gets really bright… As in the Earth is falling into the Sun.”
LMT: “I hope that doesn’t happen tomorrow.”
My Oldest, age 13: “Well, it’s more likely than Daddy waking up on his own.”
My Oldest, age 13: “I hate even thinking about snow until after Halloween because then we’re all about Christmas, which is all about snow and presents and cookies. And… you know, love and good will and stuff.”
My Oldest, age 13: “I’m thirsty.”
Me: “You’re dehydrated. You should drink more water.”
Oldest: “I WOULD drink more water but my school is run by water Nazis. And girls have to wear sleeves. God forbid we wear short shorts, but that’s all that Target sells. Seriously. Middle school is like Communist China but with homework.”
Very Vocal Viking 