While playing Minecraft with dad:
Lars: What the hell!
Mom: What did you say?
Lars (sheepishly): “What the hell”
Mom (sternly): Oh, we don’t say that…
Dad: Do you know what “hell” means?
Lars (matter of factly): A type of icy snow
Mom: Well, that’s *is* grammy’s version of hell.
Me: Lars is kinda grumpy today.
Leah: I dont’ think he feels well.
Me: Yeah, that can do it.
Leah: Laurence sounds like the TARDIS he is so congested.
Homemade valentines from construction paper are the best
We like to play games at dinner, things like Popcorn Questions or Twenty Questions. Last night Lars came up with a new one:
“Name things that are at District Taco.”
I was good at this game. Tacos. Chips. Osiris. Salsa. Chairs. Pineapple.
But I needed to. It was during a “wrestle-fight.”
“Don’t ducttape your brother”
So he build a cardboard shelter
Leah: “Daddy, you drink dead things”
Me: “What!? How do you mean?”
Leah: “Well coffee beans were alive, it is from a tree. And you ground it up and made drink. You drink dead things”
Lars: “Ninja Vanish!!!”