My spouse: “Hey sweetie, you get to dress up as your favorite Christmas character for school tomorrow. What do you want to go as?”
My 8yo (confused): “Christmas character?”
Me: “Yeah, like Santa or the Grinch.”
Spouse: “Or you could dress like one of the characters from The Polar Express.”
(The Polar Express is the kids’ favorite Christmas movie)
8yo (thinking): “…I want to be the train.”
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My daughter: “Hey dad, want to hear a joke? It’s a pun.”
Me, responding to my love language: “Absolutely!”
Her: “What do you call a T-Rex that’s also a sword?”
Me: “I don’t know, what?”
Her: “A dino-sword.”
Me:
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Please, nobody tell George.
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My daughter had a tantrum the other day and called me “the worst piece of cheese ever” and I think I have a new favorite insult.
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Trike gets to sleep in on the weekends and I have to admit, I get pretty jealous.
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Fighter (my daughter’s imaginary friend that pilots all her favorite toys) is named “Earth Hero” now.
That’s because a little while ago, there was a huge army of bad guys that wanted to “kill the Earth” (!) and all the good guys fought them, but then all the good guys except Fighter died and there was still a bus (?) full of bad guys left, but Fighter was able to kill them all at once with super bombs that were also bullets, and then he brought all the good guys back to life.
(That’s not a Deus Ex Machina, by the way, both of those abilities were already canon. Fighter–sorry, I mean Earth Hero–can do basically anything.)
Watching your kids learn how to use language and make art is one of the best parts of parenting!
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My 5 year old is currently at that stage of development where “If big sis does it, it must be the best!” My 7 year old, meanwhile, is at the point in her development where her little sibling’s attention is starting to be enjoyable more often than annoying.
An unfortunate consequence of all this wonderful sibling bonding is that trying to get both of them to stop being rowdy at the same time is like playing the world’s least fun game of whack-a-mole.
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5 year old, giving me a hug: “I love you, dad. You’re such a great dad.”
Me: “Aww, thank you baby. You’re a great kid, too.”
5 yo: “I just smelled the way you would taste if I were to eat you.”
Me: “O…kay…”
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