Trains, Trains, look...There's Trains

We were sitting in the booth at Ye Olde Spaghetti Factory in Denver when Arionna started getting upset.  "I want to sit in the train", she said.

"Well," Marie said, "we can't because the tables in there only seat four and there are five of us."

"Hmmph," Arionna grunted.

"What type of trains were they?" Alora asked.

"Cable cars, sweetie," I replied.  "People used to ride them around like buses way back when."

"Oh.  Wow, they look really nice," Alora said.  "Was that it's wheel?"

"Yes, those were it's wheels"

A minute passed before Kaylee suddenly jerked upright and started pointing excitedly .  "Look, there's a train in the building!  Wonder if we can eat in there?"

Teenagers, oblivious till the end...

Facebook's Gender Inequalities

Facebook's suggestions I get Marie for Valentines: Imported Swiss Chocolates
Facebook's suggestions Marie get me for Valentines: Flower Gummies

Yea, that's an even trade...

Cookie War Crimes Tribunal

Kaylee was around three years old when we had a dad's day.  We went to the museum and visited the zoo.

"Kaylee, you hungry?" I asked.  Although dinner was about an hour away I was starved.

"Yea," she replied.

"Would you like a cookie," I asked.

"Yes!" Kaylee yelled with enthusiasm from the back seat.

"OK," I said and pulled into a little store.  We got out and I bought us each a cookie and some milk.

"Normally, we don't eat cookies before dinner, but today is a special dad's day," I said.

"Yeah!" she yelled, then she began to twist her little face into that conspiratorial only a 3 year old can pull off, "But we won't tell mom."

"That's right, we won't. Because I didn't buy mom one."

We ate our cookies, drank our milk, and headed down the street.  We stopped at McDonald's a while later and had dinner.  Then we continued on with our day, visiting the mall and doing some shopping, making sure to visit the pet store to see the animals.  We had a great day.

The next morning I wake up and there is Kaylee standing in front of Marie with tears forming in her eyes.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"...And then," Kaylee cried.  "...AND THEN DAD MADE ME EAT THE COOKIE BEFORE DINNER!"

"He made you eat the cookie?" Marie asked, trying to contain her smile.

"Yes, he forced me to eat the cookie," she said, as if it were the most horrible crime possible.

Yep, we had managed to successfully raise our own little thought-police.

Knows Her Worth

At our house we have a tradition I started years ago: Best Day/Worst Day.  While sitting at the table for dinner we each take turns asking someon else at the table who has not been asked "what is the best thing to happen to you today?"  They respond and then are asked "What is the worst thing to happen to you today?"

It was my turn to start and I turned to my wife, "My Dearest Love, what is the best thing to happen to you today?"

Without hesitation Alora chirped in, "Well, the best thing that happened to me today is..."