All piled in a hotel room in Chicago for family thing tomorrow, and tucking in the girls on the fold-out couch.
My Wonderful Wife: “Girls, you are not allowed to wake me up tomorrow morning until it is totally light outside.”
Little Miss Thing, age 5: “What about Daddy?”
Me: “You can wake me up if it gets really bright… As in the Earth is falling into the Sun.”
LMT: “I hope that doesn’t happen tomorrow.”
My Oldest, age 13: “Well, it’s more likely than Daddy waking up on his own.”
My Wonderful Wife: “You kids are going to Parent’s Night Out on Saturday.”
Little Miss Thing (age 5): “Why?”
WW: “So Daddy and I can go on a date.”
LMT: “Why?”
WW: “So we can spend time together and see a movie.”
LMT: “WHY?”
WW: “Because we love each other and like spending time together.”
LMT: “Without US?”
Love is… when you stream a Marvel movie at home for date night, then you jump up as soon as the credits roll to go pick up the kids, and you get home 45 minutes later and the wife has paused the credits so you can watch the end scene.
I love you, Wonderful Wife.
Very Vocal Viking 