My son just called to ask me if I will do him a favor.
"What do you need, buddy?"
"Daddy, I need you to be my coach."
*concerned as I don't go in for team sports*
"Ummm...what type of team, buddy?"
"Dodgeball, Daddy!!!"
So, he is soon to be seven, which means that in a couple of years, I am going to be helping him to move into a loft in Brooklyn.
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