Sep
6
Stephen: Why is the fan blocking the downstairs entrance?
Me: Ask your mother. And why can’t you say ‘door’ like any other kid?
Stephen: Because I’m your kid.
Me (shrugging): Can’t argue with you there.
My father, somewhere in another plane of reality or reincarnated as a small child, is laughing. He might not know why he is laughing, but he is laughing.
