From Sunday afternoon:
The Kid (to me and The Wife): "Hey everyone, I'm in my rocket ship!"
I look over and see he has his beanbag chair on top of the chair-and-a-half in the corner.
Me: "Great! Where are you going?"
The Kid: "Nowhere. I'm just getting away from you two."
Fifteen years 'till you are on your own, kiddo. Start planning now.
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I see he has his Dad's wit.
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