And the father is…

Little Miss Thing, age 3: “I am going to push all my macaroni onto the table.”

The Wonderful Wife: “Why in the world would you do that?”

LMT: “I like to watch you clean.”

WW, glaring at me: “No one will ever need a paternity test to know that you made this child.”

Rural Royalty

My Oldest Daughter, 12: “Why is that store called Rural King?”

Wonderful Wife: “Because they sell the things that people buy when they live out in the country.”

MOG: “What, like harmonicas and cowboy boots?”

Me: “Yes. Harmonicas and cowboy boots. Also lassos and banjos.”