Boss Of Me

My Oldest, age 13: “I think… Yes… You need to move those boxes.”

Me: “I think… Yes… You are bossy.”

Oldest: “Yes. Have you met me? Now quiet down so you can hear my instructions better.”

Presented as evidence in case anyone thought Little Miss Thing had fallen too far from the tree.

I think we’re raising a couple of very confident young women, and this giant Viking dad couldn’t be prouder.

Ding!

Tonight My Wonderful Wife taught our son, Danger Monkey age 7, to wash and chop celery with a full sized chef’s knife.

It took a little bit of practice and I was so nervous I couldn’t even watch.

After a few minutes, I hear the Mama announce he has it down.

He shouts “Achievement unlocked!”

His Geeky Viking dad is so proud.

Is it dusty in here?