Danger Monkey, age 10: “If you could be any animal with three super powers, what would you be?”
Me: “I would be a bear, with Flying, Invisibility, and… X-Ray Vision.”
My Oldest, age 15: “A flying invisible bear? You terrify me.”
Me: “Don’t forget the X-Ray Vision.”
Little Miss Thing, age 7: “I would be that dog that has a bad word in it.”
Me: “What? Do you mean a Shih tzu?”
LMT: (giggling)
Danger Monkey, age 9: “Hey, Dad, will you help me make some character sheets for this RPG game I made up for my friends?”
Me: (blank stare)
Me: (tears in my eyes)
Me: “Yes, son. Yes I will.”
Wonderful Wife: “How were your new goggles at the pool today?”
Danger Monkey, age 9: “They were great! Really cleared up my vision for close combat.”
Me: “Really.”
DM: “But it’s hard to swing a sword in the water, so blades will only do half damage.” (runs off)
WW: “He was at camp, right? Not the Crusades or something?”
Me: “We may be raising a gamer.”
WW: “Oh, you think?”
Very Vocal Viking 