My morning…
Wonderful Wife: “It is too cold this morning to be running around the house naked.”
Little Miss Thing, age 3: “But I’m a super hero.”
WW: “Then be a super hero wearing clothes.”
LMT: “But I want to be fast.”
WW: “Super heroes can be fast wearing clothes.”
LMT: “Not me.”
Little Mist Thing, age 3, flapping her arms vigorously: “Look, Daddy. I’m flapping my wings so you know I’m a bird.”
Me: “That’s nice! But not only birds flap wings. Do you know of other things that flap wings?”
Ella: “Pteradons.”
Me: (slow blink) “Use your powers for good, kiddo.”
Me: “Go back to bed”
LMT, age 3: “The big bad wolf will get me.”
Me: “There is no such thing as the Big Bad Wolf. It’s just in stories. Go back to bed.”
LMT: “Yes there is.”
Me: “OK, look. Your daddy is bigger and badder than the big bad wolf, and I told him to stay away from our house.”
LMT: (long pause) “OK. I will throw sticks at him if I see him. Good night.” (pads off to bed)
Very Vocal Viking 