A Christmas Story

(from back seat)

Danger Monkey, age 10: “I’ll hit you with my sword.”

Little Miss Thing, age 7: “It’s just pretend.”

DM: “Then I’ll hit… Daddy.”

LMT: “He’s a giant Hagrid. It won’t hurt him. And then he’ll grab you.”

DM: “Then I’ll use a bow and arrow from far away.”

LMT: “No! Don’t use arrows!”

DM: “Why not?”

LMT: “You’ll shoot your eye out, kid.”

Goggles The Mind

Wonderful Wife: “How were your new goggles at the pool today?”

Danger Monkey, age 9: “They were great! Really cleared up my vision for close combat.”

Me: “Really.”

DM: “But it’s hard to swing a sword in the water, so blades will only do half damage.” (runs off)

WW: “He was at camp, right? Not the Crusades or something?”

Me: “We may be raising a gamer.”

WW: “Oh, you think?”