Passive aggressive sticky note behind the Dillard’s kids section cash register.

Passive aggressive sticky note behind the Dillard’s kids section cash register.
Driving to my sister’s house for Christmas Eve dinner, my son asks if Disney Land is named after Disney+
At home from school for Thanksgiving break.
H: Aaron, do you want to play house with my dolls?
A: No.
H: How about we play with your cars?
A: OK!
H: They can’t be race cars. They have to be family cars. This is the mommy car, the daddy car, the baby car.
A: OK!
Nathaniel Rateliff’s song S.O.B. is playing in the car.
H: Is this song called SOB?
A: No, it’s called Son of a Bitch.
Watching a survival documentary on National Geographic…
“This program contains images of tribal nudity”
Moments later
Kids: Eeeeeewww!
A: He ate a beetle larva!
H: He ate that cause he’s in nature, and there’s no food when you’re in nature.
Me: H, are you still wearing your mask from school?
H: Oh. Yeah. I forget it’s on sometimes.
A: After it’s been on your face all day, you forget you’re wearing it. Just like pants.
I go to get ice cream for H.
A: Can I have some?
I look at him.
Me: Are you really sure?
A: …yes. I know it’ll make my tummy hurt, but it will be worth it.
Me: You’re gonna make the best adult one day.
A: I know. When I’m an adult I can make all sorts of risky decisions.
H asks…
H: Dad, what color is your heart for real?
Me: Uhh, dark red?
H: No! That’s maroooooon!
We bought A a new game for his Switch (Donkey Kong: Tropical Freeze) for being so good in school. He says..
A: This is the best present ever!
Me: Better than your sister?
A: No, she’s still in the lead.
Don’t tell me Covid and quarantine didn’t mentally fuck up a generation of kids.
H, sobbing before bed…
I don’t want to die someday.
And then…
But what if you and mommy die when I’m still a kid?