My Wonderful Wife: “I made the dinner, so you kids need to clean up the dishes.”
Little Miss Thing, age 5: “I can’t.”
Me: “And why not?”
LMT: “It’s bad for my self esteem.”
Me: “I think I’ll take that risk.”
My Wonderful Wife: “I made the dinner, so you kids need to clean up the dishes.”
Little Miss Thing, age 5: “I can’t.”
Me: “And why not?”
LMT: “It’s bad for my self esteem.”
Me: “I think I’ll take that risk.”
Me: “I’m thinking of becoming a Buddhist. Really, in a lot of ways I’m already pretty close to being a Buddhist.”
My Wonderful Wife: “Yeah. You already look like Buddha.”
Me: (evil glare)
Little Miss Thing, age 5: “I’m car sick. But eating Skittles is helping. I want Skittles on all car trips.”
Wonderful Wife: “That’s an interesting theory.”
LMT: “No, I’m serious. It’s helping. The more Skittles I eat, the better I feel.”
WW: “I bet.”