I Don't Know Who's More Obsessed...
... him, or me.
Son: When my fish die, I can get new fish?
Me: Probably, yeah.
Son: When my dad dies, me and mom will get a new one.
Me: Uhm... your dad?
Son: Yeah, when you die, we'll get a new one.
Me: Oh.
I know his grasp of life and death is rudimentary, but still... it hurt. In a funny, morbid, Kubrick-esque sort of way.
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Now THAT is precious.
You hush now.
If I "hush" who the hell will bother responding to this stuff? Hmmmm? Huh? Eh? What?
You hush now.
Mmmmrrphhrrfllgggrrrhhhh
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