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.
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”