Scene: Grocery Store
The Boy Child begins meowing.
Mom: "Can you please stop meowing, and just be an 11 year old boy?"
TBC: "What do you mean?"
Mom: "Well, so far this shopping trip, you have been a trusty steed, a ninja, Cthulhu and a cat...can you *please* just be an 11 year old boy until we leave the store?"
TBC, looking at me gravely: "But mom, this *is* what 11 year old boys do."
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