Danger Monkey, age 9: “Let’s go to Belize or the Florida Keys to see the Goliath Grouper.”
My Oldest, 15: “I would go to the Keys.”
Wonderful Wife: “I would love to go back to Venezuela and hit Belize, too.”
DM: “I vote for Belize. Where do you want to go, Daddy?”
Me: “Brunch.”
Wonderful Wife: “What’s wrong, Honey?”
Little Miss Thing, age 6: “Those girls won’t let me be the Mommy.”
WW: “Well, playing is all about compromise. Even when you have employees, yes they technically have to do what you say, but you still try to compromise to keep everyone happy. And you definitely have to compromise when you’re playing.”
LMT: “OK.”
WW: “So do you know what you need to do?”
LMT: “Yes – I need to pay them so they have to do what I say.” (runs off)
WW: (slow blink) “That was NOT the lesson I was going for.”
Love is turning the water temperature way down in your shower because you know your wife is going to take a shower right after you.
Marriage is your wife announcing, after your cold shower, that she’ll just take a shower later when there is more hot water.
Love is not getting mad about it.
Marriage is posting it all online anyway.
Very Vocal Viking 