Kids: [not eating their chicken Alfredo I made them]
7: it’s not fair
me: [eating a giant donut for dinner] what? IM AN ADULT.
5: poop head daddy.
My competitive neighbors are flexing on me by mowing their yard first and making mine look like shit.
10 puts the paper toilet roll on in the “under” position.
long story short he’s by the road with a for sale sign on.
5 kept asking Alexa what time his friend was coming over today. he was getting pissed when she didn’t know the answer.
dude may be able to work a tablet better than me but it’s good to be reassured i’m still smarter.
Putting the word “rage” in everything you say you’re doing makes you sound more productive
I’m rage cleaning the house
I’m rage working this project
I’m rage homeschooling the kids
I’m rage drinking tequila
5: im so bored
me: you can go empty the trash cans, put your bike away, clean the kitchen
5: im not very bored though
me: [standing over a hot open fire at night]
10: this is nice dad
me: it is son [puts arm around him] yes it is.
10: but why are you burning all of our jeans?
me: we don’t need them anymore, son. jeans are a thing of the past now. [bites into a mozzarella stick]
Please end your conference calls on time. You have no idea who is suffering and needs to go to the bathroom. your question can wait brenda
5: dad is sixty eighty?
5: is today tomorrow?
me: the hell?
5: Saturday Sunday Monday?
me: hey honey, 5 is broken.
My wife texted me from the bedroom last night saying she ate crackers in bed and she needed help changing the sheets because crumbs were everywhere.
Turns out that was not an excuse to get me in the bedroom for sex. She literally ate crackers like our 4 yo.