Things here are pretty status quo. Soccer games, sleep overs, roller skating, etc... Yordanos had a dance on Friday. Saturday we were eating and I asked her how it went. Before she could answer, Habtamu chimed in, "Did you kiss any cute boys?" She sputtered in frustration and Chris answered, "She kissed as many cute boys as you have cute girls at your dances." Yordanos smiled. Habtamu quickly did the math, "So, zero?" I thought I wasn't getting enough attention so I added, "Unless her good looking father counts."
My daughter looked straight at me with those big brown eyes, her smile fading, and said, "No Dad. You don't."
Ah, nothing like a sixth grade girl to make you so very very glad you're no longer in sixth grade.
When my father ended up as the butt of one too many jokes I've heard him say, "I don't have to take this kind of abuse from you. I can go home and get it."
I used to think that joke was funny.