My four-year-old son, Jonah, has been on a tear lately with his wisecracks. Some of them are frankly laugh out loud material and others are sweet and endearing.
For instance, over Thanksgiving break I was working on our laptop and asked Jonah to refrain from touching the keyboard. He nodded and a few seconds later I see him navigating the screen with his little fingers.
"Jonah!" I said abruptly, "I told you not to touch the computer."
To which Jonah promptly responded, "I heard what you said but my finger wasn't listening."
Each evening when I come home from work, I get an update on our kiddos' progress on Mario Kart for the Wii (PS: You know it's a bad sign when your children start spelling "we" as "Wii"). So last night, I was asked to advance their game to the next level. In doing so, I unlocked a few vehicles and...drum roll please...Dry Bones, a kid favorite.
The boys were jumping up and down and giving me high fives. It was as if I had scored the winning touchdown with no time left on the clock in a high school football championship game.
The next thing I know, Jonah is giving me bear hugs and exclaiming, "You're the best Daddy in the whole world!"
How can you argue with that? I am pretty awesome.
