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.”


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.”