So I’m lying on the couch just now, watching a show. My son Aidan comes over and climbs under the blanket I’m using.
Me: No, go away. If I wanted a small boy I would have come and got one.
Aidan: Well, you had to help Mommy make me, so you’re stuck with me.
Me: You don’t even know what you’re talking about.
Aidan: I really don’t. I don’t have a clue.