Kids are people too. And pretty funny at that.
My 5-year-old is now calling me Mr. Muscles. Why you ask? I’m asking myself the same question.Of course, it’s better than a lot of things she could call me. Luckily, being 5 means she doesn’t understand those words. That’ll change when she turns 13, I guess, and I tell her she’s not allowed to date until she’s 30. Well, maybe not that old.
At 13, she probably won’t call me Mr. Muscles anymore. Potential boyfriends, however, WILL be calling me mister or will never be heard from again.
One of my favorite lines from “Clueless” that I plan to use early and often: “Anything happens to my daughter, I got a .45 and a shovel, I doubt anybody would miss you.”