Dads — You Gotta Love ‘Em!
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?
Thanks for affirming us, dads! We're there and we love it!
Loved this post- Branden actually came home laughing and asked if I had read this yet. A typical scene of our living room after dinner. And a great reminder to let them be boys.
I so love to hear from the dads who visit our site. In case it's not explicit here: YOU ARE INVALUABLE TO US. Thanks for your sacrificial love and labor for your families! …And the humor. (So glad I'm not the one wrestling on the floor.)