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?
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