your my BFF

in the car last night on the way back from outback.
samantha..."thanks for dinner dad, you're my BFF!"
chris..."you're welcome and i'm not your friend. i'm your father. i have enough friends. i had kids so they could help keep the house clean." (note the very heavy sarcasm- this is a running joke in our family)
samantha... "we help keep it clean, because before we were born it was really dirty right?"
me...."yep, when daddy was my boyfriend you could turn his dirty clothes hamper upside down and it would be like a bucket of sand at the beach. it would keep the same shape. he NEVER washed his clothes."
chris..."that's why i got married."
me..."how's that working out for you?"