Andrew "Harris/? 2024" GlissonMy daughter: I know the capital of Japan.
Everyone: What is it?
Daughter: Tokyo!
Her cousin: What's the capital of Texas?
Daughter: Texas Corral!
My daughter named this thing Jeffrey Bezos.
She names all spiders Jeffrey Bezos now.
Not Jeff, but Jeffrey. I was corrected.
I don't know if this is a YouTube thing or just something out of her strange little brain.
Me: Good night. Get to sleep.
My daughter: You say that every night!
Me: Because I worry about you.
My daughter: Thanks!
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My daughter asked me today why we say "Twenty twenty-three" instead of "Two thousand twenty-three" and I rambled on about numbers and decades for a good ten minutes or so before she finally said, "Yeah, I shouldn't have asked."
I have become my father.
My middle school aged daughter let me listen to her phone conversation with her friend about their tea that their friend has a crush on a boy.
Am I the best dad?
The worst dad?
Invisible dad?
Me: Okay, so what was your answer?
Daughter: 21 (*points at it*)
Me: And how did you get that?
Daughter: Well, you have 32, and you take 7 and 4, that's 11, and so that leaves 21.
Me: That's right! So...Uh, what are all these other numbers?
Daughter: ...
Me: ?
Daughter: I DON'T KNOW, I WAS TRYING STUFF, OKAY?!
Me: It's ok! It's ok! That happens!
My daughter had a challenge question on her math homework. Something like, "Suzie has 32 buttons. She uses 7. Then she uses another 4. How many does she have left? Show your work."
Under the question, she'd written an endless string of equations, using all of the numbers of the problem and some unrelated ones, adding and subtracting in every combination. It looked like the chalkboard in Good Will Hunting. Next to all of it, was the correct answer, 21, circled.
1/2 #kidtales #parenting
Tonight, tucking the kids in...
My daughter: I was just thinking about life...
My wife: Yeah? What were you thinking about?
Daughter: Oh, how you live, and then you die. And then you live again, and die again. It's a whole cycle.
My wife: Have you been people before?
Daughter: Uh yes
My wife: Who were you?
Daughter: Oh, everyone!
My daughter: Dad, don't tell Mom about the slime! We want it to be a surprise.
Me: Nope, not getting involved in any of that... *walks away quickly*
My daughter was cleaning her room. She held up some old, tattered fairy wings...
Daughter: These wings don't fit anymore. Should I throw them in the bin?
Us: Yeah.
Daughter: GOODBYE, CHILDHOOD! *slam*