I am cleaning up dinner right now, and these little nuggets are floating into the kitchen from the nightly wrestling session in the living room:

“Dad, can I touch your eyeball?”

“Oh, gross! Dude, that stinks! Don’t do that by my head!”

“ARRRGGGGHHH!” “UUGGGGGHHHH!” (My husband: A muffled “Unnnnnnh.”) “Heeeeee-YAH!” “Unnnnh.”

“I’m gonna make you WALK THE PLANK!”

“Watch out for your sister …”

“You’re stepping on my head!”

“OWWWW! Mom! He hit me with his sword!”

I mean, aren’t you thankful for Dad?