I came home for lunch the other day, and Nate decided to strike up some casual dinner conversation with me.
"How was your day, Dad?"
"Good. Did you have a good day, Nate?"
"No."
Surprised, he seemed perfectly happy, "What went wrong?"
"Battery was breaking." Referring to a pretend battery for his pretend train. It's a tough pretend world out there.
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