There I was, sitting on the floor, painstakingly wording out a poster to take to the airport tomorrow. I was concentrating. I was fixing the slightest error. I was doing a good job.
Then comes my son. He sits down near me and watches me work. Then we have the following short conversation:
"Is Dad already gone?"
"No, he's still here."
"Oh, I thought you would have had him do the poster."
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