Tuesday, August 4, 2015

Parenting: Wooden Bow

A conversation in our house on Saturday morning.

Secondborn: "Daddy, do you see this wooden bow? I don't have a wooden bow. I need seven wood to make a wooden bow in Terraria. Daddy? Daddy? Daddy? Oh, he is sleeping." ::chuckles:: "Wif a wooden bow I can shoot all the zombies in Terrarria. I will need wooden arrows, too. I need more wood to make wooden arrows..."

This went on in an unbroken stream for another five minutes, at least.

I swear, I was trying to sleep in a house with the three noisiest people -- and the loudest firk ding blast cat -- in the entire world.

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