Wonderful Wife: “Who’s my favorite six year old?”
Me: “Me! Me! Me!”
Little Miss Thing, age 6: “No, Daddy. You’re like 40 or 50… or 60 or something.”
Wonderful Wife: “Who’s my favorite six year old?”
Me: “Me! Me! Me!”
Little Miss Thing, age 6: “No, Daddy. You’re like 40 or 50… or 60 or something.”
Just found out tonight that my wife and kids have never seen Jumanji. We are currently fixing that. Thank you, Netflix. I am concerned the neighbors will complain about the screams of laughter coming from our living room.
Me: “Now that I’m losing some weight, I think maybe I’ll start lifting weights again. If I got a little definition in my shoulders and arms, I’d consider some Viking tattoos.”
Wonderful Wife: “What kind of weights? I’ll go buy them right now.”
Me: “I’ll take that as supporting my goals.”
WW: “Let’s go now. Here’s my debit card.”