Little Miss Thing, age 8: “Who’s doing our tuck-ins tonight?”
Me: “Well, I’m the only one here.”
LMT: “OK. I was just hoping Mom could do the tuck-ins. She does them a lot better than you do.”
Me: ”She really does.”
I ain’t even mad.
Little Miss Thing, age 8: “Who’s doing our tuck-ins tonight?”
Me: “Well, I’m the only one here.”
LMT: “OK. I was just hoping Mom could do the tuck-ins. She does them a lot better than you do.”
Me: ”She really does.”
I ain’t even mad.
(dinner table)
Me: “How was school today, kids?”
Danger Monkey, age 10: “Blah blah blah. You always ask us that. How was YOUR day?”
Me: “Actually, I did some cool research today on how to publish a book, something that I’ve wanted to do since I was a little boy.”
DM: “What? I thought you said you loved math and science in school?”
Me: “I loved all of it. Don’t let anyone say you have to only love one or the other.”
Little Miss Thing, age 7: “Then why do you work on computers?”
Me: “Because when I graduated from college I had a lot of loans to repay. So I got computer jobs because they pay more. I didn’t have the luxury of being a writer. So now some twenty years later, I finally get to be an author.”
LMT: “Why didn’t you just write a book?”
Me: “Writing a book is a lot of work. You don’t just…”
LMT: “No it’s not! I’ll write a book right now.”
Me: “That’s awesome. You do that.”
LMT: (starts walking)
Me: “You know, my class all wrote books when I was in Third Grade. Our teacher even bound them all up like real books. I still have mine, do you want to see it?”
LMT: (still walking) “Nah, I’m good.”
Me: …
(15 minutes later)
LMT: “I wrote a book.”
Me: “Sure you did.”
LMT: “Well, I have three characters and most of the plot.”
Me: “Really?”
LMT: “There are three puppies: Peanut, Cheeto, and and Stubbs. But the Mama doggy gets a bad cut on her ear and there’s blood everywhere.”
Me: “Wow. I hope she is OK.”
LMT: “She get better because all the animal friends go on an adventure to find the magic teacup to save her life.”
(long pause)
Me: “I’d read that.”
Wonderful Wife: “It is so wonderful to have a daughter that is so much like me.”
Me: “Hey, she got some of her personality from me, too!”
Little Miss Thing, age 7: “I’m like Daddy, too! I have blue eyes and I’m always tired.”
Me: …
WW: (holding in laughter)