Yesterday afternoon, around 17:30, Thomas, my wonderful 6 year-old son, came into the Office of Death™ and the following dialog ensued:
| Thomas: | Hey, Dad. Whatcha doin? |
| Me: | I’m about to quit for the day. |
| Thomas: | Really? |
| Me: | Yep. Hey, wanna shoot some hoops? | Thomas: | Cool. Can I go to the bathroom first? |
| [Thomas leaves the room.] | |
| Me: | No! You can’t! [Imitating the Soup Nazi from Seinfeld] No bathroom for you! |
| Thomas: | [From down the hall] That was a rhetorical question! |
He’s so smart… 🙂
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