Happy happy birthday, David dear!

At the dinner table, Mila sang to him, “I’ll love you forever, I’ll like you for always, as long as I’m living my daddy you’ll beeeeee.” His reply:
“That’s sweet, kid. Just don’t break in my house when I’m all old and trying to sleep. That book is so creepy.”

After stuffing Margot in some pajamas that were perhaps a smidge on the small side:
“We should get some spray-on jammies for this kid. Just shellac her into ’em and call it good.”

I don’t even remember the context of this but it still makes me giggle: 
“If you like it then you shoulda put a baby in it.”

Just this morning:
David: “Eight six seven five three oh niiiiiiine… By the way, is Johnny a boy or a girl?”
Me: “What?”
David: “You know, in the song. Is Johnny a boy or a girl?”
Me: “Wha…? Dude, it’s Jenny.”
David: “Are you sure?”
Me: “Yes, I’m sure. Rachael used to sing it at me all the time. It’s Jenny.”
David: “Huh. Well that makes sense. I always just thought he was a little gay.”
Me: …

David, you are a gentleman and a scholar nerd and a weirdo, and I love your guts. Never change. KIT. SWAK. Love, Jen.