Guess I'm doing something right...
Emma: Daddy, what's a deep friend twinkie?
Me: It's a twinkie that's been covered in batter and fried in oil.
Emma: Daddy, what's a twinkie?
Thanks For Pointing That Out
Connor: Did you get a haircut today?
Me: Yes.
Connor: THEN WHY DO YOU STILL HAVE A BALD SPOT?!
Me: ...
Skills
I was swordfighting with the kids earlier. Connor had a sword, Emma had a sword, and I had a 5’ polearm-like thing. I used the polearm to keep the kids away from me, which of course made them crazy. We took a break and when we started again, I grabbed two swords. Emma was proud of herself for grabbing the polearm and said “Hah, Daddy - now I have the polearm” and started swinging it around. I blocked it with one sword, “stabbed” her with the other one, and said “Hah! You don’t have my skills!” She looked crestfallen and said, “Daddy, will you teach me your skills sometime?”
Being a dad rocks, but I’m thinking her therapy bills when she’s an adult are going to be HUGE.
But I Don't Look Like a Harry...
Me: Ouch! Stop pulling my chest hair.
Emma: Ba-ba should have named Daddy "Harry" instead of "David."
Me: ...
