The following happened between 4:45 and 5:30pm last evening

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!

Shaving

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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