Me: “Hey, it’s really cold. What is taking so long to get into the car?”
Danger Monkey, age 10: “I dropped my book. I think while taking off all my weapons.”
Me: (slow blink)
Me: “How many weapons do you have?”
DM: “My elven sword and my bow. But don’t worry, I don’t have any arrows.”
Me: “I love you, dude.”
DM: “Whatever.”
(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.”
Very Vocal Viking 