Last night I walked into the guest bedroom at the Venjohns to see three of our four kids getting ready for bed. Emma and Gabe were searching for toothbrushes when Trevor put his thumbs in his waistband and said, "Well, I'm taking my pants off in 10 - 9 - 8 - 7 - 6 ..." The others found scrambled for the door as he accelerated the count: "5,4,3,2 ..." As he said "1" the door clicked shut. Trevor said "Zero" in a high-pitch "uh-oh!" of a voice, then dropped his pants and whispered, "Ah! That's what I'm talkin' about!"
Labels: fatherhood, kids, summer, Trev