When your teenager asks for a late snack. Ham, fried eggs, toast and avocado. I might be a food pusher. For the record, she ate almost all of it.
Tag: MOG
Oil Be Darned
Me: “What’s that, coconut oil?”
My Oldest, age 15: “It’s amazing for your skin. I put it on several times a day. It fixes everything.”
Me: “Not these elbows.”
Oldest: “No, it fixes everything! Let me see.”
(rubs oil onto elbow)
Oldest: “Wow. That elbow’s gross.”
Me: “C’mon. It’s just rough skin. What about the oil?”
(more oil)
Me: “Told you.”
(more oil)
Oldest: “Congratulations. You defeated coconut oil.”
Me: “I win!”
Oldest: “There are no winners here.”
Feeling Driven
Little Miss Thing, age 7: “Brazil? That sign said Brazil.”
Me: “Yes, we’re driving past Brazil. It’s on the way home from Grandma’s.”
LMT: “It is??!?”
Wonderful Wife: “Honey, this is Brazil, the city, not the country down in South America.”
LMT: “Oh, OK.”
Me: “Yeah, that Brazil is very far away.”
LMT: “Can we go to Brazil the country?”
My Oldest, age 15: “Yeah, Dad. Let’s drive to all the way to Brazil!”
Me: “Don’t you start with me, too. You know it’s not possible to drive to Brazil.”
Oldest: “Well, not with that attitude it isn’t.”
Very Vocal Viking 