Being a parent #315...

Sometimes, being a parent is learning that if you go too far above your station, or overreach, there's nothing quite like a child to bring you crashing back down to earth.

It's dinner time, and I make some hugely hilarious Dad joke. Mirth ensues all around. But then I go too far, and the following conversation results:

Me: "You must be so lucky to have such a hilarious father, who tells such high quality Dad jokes - and who smells so lovely too."

S (7 y/o): "You smell terrible, Daddy! You smell like a rotten rat! A rotten rat that a skunk pooped on! And then the same skunk did a fart on you!"

D (12 y/o): "<Incoherent spluttering as she attempts not to laugh her mouth full of potato and freshly baked salmon all over the dinner table>"