A Christmas Story

(from back seat)

Danger Monkey, age 10: “I’ll hit you with my sword.”

Little Miss Thing, age 7: “It’s just pretend.”

DM: “Then I’ll hit… Daddy.”

LMT: “He’s a giant Hagrid. It won’t hurt him. And then he’ll grab you.”

DM: “Then I’ll use a bow and arrow from far away.”

LMT: “No! Don’t use arrows!”

DM: “Why not?”

LMT: “You’ll shoot your eye out, kid.”

My Crib

A little sad today that the baby is not a baby anymore. We’re not having any more kids, so this is the last baby. We moved the crib out of the house over the weekend, so it’s the end of an era. That’s just a little sad.

On the upside… no more diapers. So, we’ve got that going for us. Which is nice.