We will either die by his hand or prosper from his teachings.
Liam, objectively the smartest, funniest, most mature 7 year old you could ever meet, received an invitation to a classmate’s party.
“It’s from 3:30 to 7:00,” he read.
“Woah, that’s kind of long. I wonder what you guys will be doing,” I replied.
“I don’t know.”
“Well, it can’t be a pool party. Too cold.”
“Maybe it’ll be a pool party.”
“Well, I just said it’s too cold.”
“Well, IIII just said that maybe it’ll a pool party.”
I look up, and he is miming shooting a cue ball across the kitchen table.
I strive to be like him.
