“Daddy taught me some sign language?” Piper said. “Want to see?”
“Of course,” I answered.
“This means beautiful.” Piper swiped her hand over her face.
“Nice.”
“And this means poop.” She stuck her thumb into her fist.
“Uh huh.”
“This is fart.” Piper wiggled her fingers beneath the sign for poop.
“Impressive. Nice work, Daddy.”
“Want to see the sign for picking your nose?” She stuck her finger up a nostril.
“That’s not a sign, Piper. You’re just picking your nose. Stop.”
“But you read the sign! It worked! See? Told you I know sign language.”
piperism 
kids and dads–what are you gonna do with them but laugh (and maybe throw up a little in your mouth)
I like to huff out of the room in disdain. I have to do it loudly so people get that I’m huffing out of the room in disdain and not just getting out of the dishes. Again.
getting out of dishes though is a good thing–two birds with one stone as they say
Nice work, Daddy, indeed!
Girl after my own heart.
She’s convinced she’s fluent now in sign language. We’re calling her Captain Obvious. “Look! This is the sign for jumping up and down!” Then, of course, she jumps up and down.
HAHA!