All four of us are sitting in the living room, doing our own things. That means my husband is doing the New York Times crossword, William is playing with Lego, I am on my iPad, and Vivian is doing cartwheels trying to get someone to notice her.
I’m skimming some content on Flipboard–my latest app obsession–when William looks toward his dad.
“Twelve years,” my husband replies. He pauses, aware I’m listening, and adds, “Twelve of the most wonderful years of my life.”
Vivian stops tumbling. “I thought you said university was the most wonderful years of your life,” she adds.
“No,” my husband corrects her. “I said university was the most fun I ever had. There’s a difference.”
Vivi asks, “What’s the difference?”
My husband looks at me and says, “That’s all I’m going to say on that subject. Before I dig myself in any deeper.”
He’s learned. Kind of.
What were the best and/or the most fun years of your life?
Feel free to differentiate between the two descriptors.