F: "Can I get a sword with cherries on it?"
Waitress: "We don't have swords, they are more like javelins."
Me: "That's fine. Just something for him to poke his eye out."
F: "I'm not going to poke my eye out." [To the waitress, now.] "He really knows nothing about my life."
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Your kid makes me want to have kids.
SCRATCH THAT (whew... moment of weakness post-run). I do kinda want to babysit for you though haha.
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