Tonight at dinner, I made some below-average chicken, and Max wasn't very interested, so he asked for some cereal. I was exhausted, and capitulated. As he was sitting eating cereal, I reminisced: "Max, when I was growing up, we had waffles for dinner once a year. I loved it."
He paused for a minute, then shook his head, and still crunching on his cereal replied "You're making that up Daddy."
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