Because trouble comes in all sizes.
Conversation on the way to school:
Me: Who would take care of it?
7yo: You I guess. You’re doing an okay job as a Dad.
Off in the distance, my 9yo nods in agreement displaying a rare moment of solidarity with his younger sibling.
Overheard conversation during breakfast:
8yo: Yeah, it’s fun!
6yo: I do too but I don’t like getting cold.
8yo: Me neither.
6yo: I wish snow was warm.
8yo: Yeah, that’d be cool.
Overheard conversation on the way to the store:
8yo: Yeah. What kind of animal would you be?
6yo: Um…a monkey because they’re fun.
8yo: I’d be a giraffe so I could hula hoop with my neck.
Overheard conversation on the way home from school:
8yo: Me too. But you know what’s better?
6yo: No, what?
8yo: Ice cream trucks. They deliver.
Overheard on a recent vacation road trip:
5yo: Um…Kung Fu Panda.
7yo: Why?!!
5yo: ‘Cause he’s so cute.
7yo: That makes no sense.
Conversation at the park at sunset:
Dad: Yes. Lots of animals.
5yo: Like what?
Dad: Like raccoons.
5yo: Oh…how about coyotes?
Dad: Yup, those too.
5yo: If we saw one here in the park would you protect me?
Dad: Definitely.
5yo: Oh good. If it tries to eat you I can run to the car.
Overheard conversation at breakfast this morning:
7yo: NO!
5yo: Why?
7yo: ‘Cause then I wouldn’t be older.
5yo: Oh…but we’d be cute!