The problem with me spending time with my kids is that the only posts you're going to see in the near future are going to be about them. Like this little tidbit from Mr M while we were driving to my sister's wedding.
Mr M: Dad, if a fat girl was lost in the forest, what would a tree say?
Me: I don't know, what?
Mr M: How about lose some weight, fatty.
I probably should have explained to him that it's not nice to make fun of people. Instead I just laughed.