So we're sitting at dinner, eating steak, asparagus in vinegarette sauce, homemade bread, and sauteed potatoes. Halfway through, my brother Colton (6 years old) stands up on his chair and calls for silence. He proceeds to inform us that "It's going to cost $5 for anyone who wants to see my take my sweatshirt off." Calmly, and normally, Logan runs
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