Today I was asked if the two girls playing in the lake were my grandchildren.
My youngest just tried to pass off a packet of ketchup as a bedtime snack.
I actually had to pause and think if I wanted to fight this particular battle before saying “no”, which tells you everything you need to know about how my summer is going.
Ellie has decided that in lieu of a treehouse or a playhouse, she would like us to build her a research lab.
I introduced my daughter to Bon Jovi’s music and she’s enchanted, I’m pretty sure this means I’ve won at parenthood, right?
Me, helping open the Peeps from Ellie’s Easter basket: “You know, when I was a kid, we only got Peeps at Easter. They didn’t have them for Valentine’s Day or Christmas or anything.”
Ellie, aghast: “That’s just cruel!”
“Yankee Doodle went to town
to buy some macaroni,
stuffed it all right in his face,
and said, ‘That’s macaroni!'”
Today will forever be remembered as “that time Gwen kicked out her big sister’s loose tooth.”