Danger Monkey, age 7, tumbles past me, flopping on the floor, repeatedly, across the room.
Me: “What are you doing?”
DM: “Rolling.”
(Slow blink)
Me: “Carry on.”
Tag: (slow blink)
My True Love Speaks
Me: “Hey, what should we do for our 5th wedding anniversary?”
My Wonderful Wife: “Let’s stay home and play D&D.”
Me: (slow blink)
Me: “I just fell in love with you all over again.”
A Monkey’s Uncle
Danger Monkey, age 7: “I bet I can pack my lunch in under 2 minutes.”
Me: “No way. You goof around too much. A monkey with a brick glued to his butt could make a lunch faster than you do.”
DM: “Yeah, but he has four hands with opposable thumbs.”
Me: (slow blink)
Me: “OK. You win.”
Very Vocal Viking 