The Price of Power

My Oldest, age 15: “Can I drive home?”

Me: “Sure.”

MO: (starts engine)

MO: “Bwahaha! We’re going to Dairy Queen and there’s nothing you can do about it! I’m in control now! You have to go where I want to go!”

(long silence)

MO: “You’re still going to pay, right?”

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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.”