Little Miss Thing, age 7: “Look Daddy! I have a parachute!”
(holds six plastic grocery bags above her head)
Me: “How creative.”
LMT: “Let me get a running start. ”
Me: “Wait… wut…”
(runs past me, jumps off a couch, crumples to the ground)
Me: “Are you OK?”
(jumps to her feet)
LMT: (long pause)
LMT: “Nailed it.”
Wonderful Wife: “Please go upstairs and *politely* and *gently* inform your brother that I say it’s time for him to finish his shower.”
Little Miss Thing, literally kicking open the bathroom door: “Turn off the water and get out! It’s my turn!”
Me: “Nailed it.”
Daughter, 12: “Hindenburg… Wasn’t that where everyone was like, Hey, this is a great idea! And then BOOM, and everyone was like, Wow, that was a horrible idea?”
Me: “Yes. Yes, it is.”
Very Vocal Viking 