On the way to go pick up food today, me and Em stopped by the local comic shop. At one point, when my back was turned to her, I hear Em say, “Hey, Daddy… ARRRRRRRRRRR!” I turn to see this:
It was such a nice day yesterday that I took my youngest for a walk while the eldest was doing her homework. A couple of streets down from our house, we come across an aged sidewalk that has started to break up. The exchange between me and Em:
Em: *gasp* Daddy!
Me: Yes, honey?
Em: *points to sidewalk* It’s broken!
Me: Yes, it is.
After a short pause:
Em: You fix it?
Me: Err, no sweetie.
Em: Daddy, you need fix it!
Me: Honey, it’s not my sidewalk and I don’t the tools to fix it anyway.
Em: Oh… You fix it?
Me: Hey look, an airplane!
The day before yesterday, while my wife took the eldest to play practice (she’s in the Christmas play at church), I took the opportunity to shave. Em watched intently asking the same question every ten seconds or so.
“Daddy, whatcha doin’?”
“Shaving, honey.”
A half hour later, I’m down in the living room, and I hear her exclaim from the dining room, “Oh, there’s mine!” Then I hear water running in the bathroom. Naturally I was curious, so I went up to the bathroom to see what was going on. She had grabbed an Expo dry erase marker that has an eraser shaped somwhat like a razor. This is what I was treated to:
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