Tacos

Sorry for the short post today, but the following articulates exactly why I love being a dad:

Diana, Elijah and Luca were driving across town to pick me up after work last night. Elijah was most likely peppering Diana with constant questions about how to kill different Star Wars characters. Suddenly, the following exchange occurred:

Eli shouted, “Mom! Mom! Smell the air! Smell the air!”

Diana looked in the rearview mirror and said, “Eli, did you toot?”

Elijah began laughing uncontrollably. He had nailed the greatest four year old’s joke in the world. The car had almost calmed down when Luca piped up, enthusiastically.

“It smells like tacos!”

I believe it took everything in Diana’s power not to crash the car from laughing so hard.