K, you’re at work with me today.

Not because you want to be…

You’re being punished for not listening to the babysitter.

(Her name is Cambrie. Can I out her here? Will she see this?!)

I mean, your punishment is hanging out with Dad for the day?! 😢

Anyway…

We got Dunkin Donuts after dropping T off at school.

And now you are quietly playing with Woodsies on the other side of the desk.

You’re being adorable, if you want to know the truth.

It might be your punishment, but it’s the best day I have had at work in weeks.

I love you.

-Dad

K, you rascall.

H was away at camp, T was at school, and you were back and forth between home and LCU basketball camp.

It was just you and I.

We’re getting out of the car, and you casually say “What?” asking me to repeat myself.

I do – and you repeat it back with me and say “Jinx” before I can think.

My eyes got big and I glared at you in silence.

You cackled with a loud laugh and declared:

Dad, there’s no one here to unjinx you!

I couldn’t believe it.

I mean, nobody in our family stayed jinxed for longer than a few seconds because someone is always there for the unjinx!

Eventually, you did unjinx me, but it was an ordeal with a lot of laughing. 🤣

I love you.

-Dad

K, I love the way your mind works sometimes.

A few weeks ago we were talking something about parenting.

You added as part of the conversation that:

…Yeah, like some bad parent that does not want their kids and sells them.

I interrupted you explaining that – no – you can not sell your children.

You were wide-eyed and dumbfounded as you gathered your thoughts for a second.

Eventually, you replied:

So you can give your kids away to an orphanage for free…but you can’t sell them for money. Hmmm… That is very interesting and unexpected.

And now I’m racking my brain about it all too. 🤣

I love you.

-Dad