Tonight’s bedtime reading was a disaster.
I tried reading The Giving Tree to the kids for the first time. (And probably the first time I’ve read it since my own childhood.)
I made it about half way before I had to stop and compose myself.
When the old boy cut down the tree trunk, A gasped, “Oh, no!”
Near the end, I had to stop again to take a breath. Out of nowhere and unprompted, H says, “I love you, Daddy.”
H fell down the stairs this evening. After sitting her in my lap and consoling her for a while I said:
Me: H, did it hurt a lot or just a little?
She looks up at me, tears in her eyes, pauses, and says:
H: It hurt a medium.
H, breathlessly: We found a moth in the house but moths can’t go outside right now cause it raining and his wings get wet like a fairy and he won’t fly so we keeping him safe inside the house now…in A’s lunch box.
A: Knock knock.
Me: Who’s there?
A: Peanut butter.
Me: Peanut butter who?
A: I want to be in a sandwich!
A says…
If someone comes up to you with bad breath and green skin, run away. That’s a zombie
Me: H, when did you get so big?
H: It cause I sleep a lot.
A: I wish the germs were gone right now.
I captured my daughter’s personality wholly within a single GIF.
Proud
A was beaming with pride this morning when he beat the first “boss level” in Super Mario Bros.
What do you do during week five without school? You buy a wireless Xbox controller and illegally sideload a Nintendo 64 emulator onto the Apple TV and blow the minds of two young kids who have only ever used touch screens.
After an hour of NES and SNES Mario games for the first time in his life, I load up Mario 64. A moment later…
"OH MY GOSH! I DIDN’T KNOW MARIO CAN WALK BACKWARDS!!"