Yeah, it really is about the kids.

So I think Daniel is pranking us. He's got a pretty good command of the language right now, including some of the subtleties you might expect, growing up in a house with me.  One that caught me by surprise, though, was the way he plays out a line expecting a specific response in order to kick off a routine. Specifically, this is the (incorrect, from his point of view) exchange: Daniel : I love you, Dad!  Me : Aw, thank you buddy, I love you. Why is this the incorrect response from me?  Because this is what he wants  to start: Daniel : I love you, Dad!  Me : I love you too!  Daniel : I love you three! I know the routine now and I almost always am aware enough to actually follow the pattern he wants on the first try.  He most often wants to do it when I'm dropping him off at daycare in the morning, and if I indulge him, he usually won't tire until we hit "I love you thirty-eight" or "fourty" or so. So, this is certainly adorable, but wh...

The resolution to the above was something that amused the other parents around me to no end.  One guy actually laughed out loud.  Because what do you do when your kid gets a boo-boo?  You kiss it better. The trip to Skyzone today was generally good.  Getting in to the place was an absolute disaster due to a combination of environmental issues, my own poor planning and the staff at Skyzone having technical issues and not just dropping the ball, but digging a damned grave for the ball and burying it under a mound of concrete.  That said, once we were in and the boys were jumping, all was fine. Until Daniel slipped on the trampoline and said he hurt his thumb when he landed.  He probably did, it looked kind of red and he clearly did land on his hand.  So I kissed it better. That set off what I swear to God was a fifteen minute game where he would jump five or six times, then flop down on his belly and claim he had hurt some other part of his body...