[My son’s 1st day of school]
ME [in tears] it’s just gone way too fast
TEACHER: Even so, you have to take him home now
Me: *tips the waiter*
Waiter: *angrily climbing out the lobster tank*
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Me: Absolutely not
M: Because I said so
D: Because you ate them?
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