Soured Cream

Me: “OK, kids. Lets have a little learning experience. I’ll give you a choice. We can all get milkshakes here at the restaurant and pay $20, or we can buy two big things of ice cream at a grocery store on the way home for $10 and eat ice cream every night all week.”

Danger Monkey, age 10: “I vote for milkshakes here.”

Me: “Really? You’re usually the one who prefers getting a bargain.”

DM: “It’s not a bargain when I think you’ll eat all the ice cream at home.”

Me: (glaring)

My Oldest, age 16: “So, Dad, how are you enjoying your learning experience?”

Me: (glaring intensifies)

Long Long Ago

Little Miss Thing, age 7: “Who is that guy?”

Me: “What guy?”

LMT: “The guy in this picture with Grandma.”

Me: “That’s me, honey.”

LMT: “I don’t think so.”

Me: “It’s me, just a really long time ago.”

LMT: “Like, thirty five hundred years ago?”

Me: …

Me: “Pretty much.”

Cite Your Sources

Me: “What? Why are you downstairs? I tucked you in 15 minutes ago.”

Little Miss Thing, age 7: “You didn’t do it right.”

Me: “Excuse me?”

LMT: (produces book)

Me: “What’s this? The American Girls Babysitting Guide Book?”

LMT: “Page 61. It says when you tuck in children, you should sit and read to them.”

Me: “Well, that’s more of a suggest…”

LMT: (running up stairs) “I already have a book picked out for you.”

Me: …

Wonderful Wife: “She did provide documentation.”

Me: “I blame you.”