Dad: you need to do your addition cards
Lars: you mean subtraction
Dad: no addition
Lars: “ab,” it’s “abtraction”
Dad: no…
Lars: yes
Dad: it’s add
Lars: no, “abtraction”
Dad: add, “addtraction”
Lars: oh…”addtraction”
Dad: wait, no…never mind. What’s 7+5?

The kids were really good at dinner this week. So we told them they could have any desert they wanted:

Leah immediately shouted “ICE CREAM!”

Makes sense.

Lars thought for a second, and said “breakfast tacos.” I paused at the unexpected request, then dutifully got up and made tacos. He loved them.

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