My son, whom I love, is--hm. An argumentative, wildly self-confident, sort of bitchy, emo-fashionista. Yeah, I don't know where he gets it either. But we have conversations like this:
Tiberius: When I grow up, I'm going to be King of England.
Me: You can't be the King of England.
Tiberius: Why not?
Me: You're not English.
Tiberius: I speak
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