my son: they should add cocaine back into coca-cola. it used to have real flavour.
my son: they should add cocaine back into coca-cola. it used to have real flavour.
me: sitting in a pho restaurant while sentimental guitar music is playing over the speakers, my hand resting on my cheek as I stare off into the middle distance lost in thought
my son: bro why are you trying to be the main character of this song
me: I'm a rebel
my son: no you're not. you're 37 years old
me: I'm 38
my son: oh my god. that's even worse
emily: hey, do you know how to swear
my son: yes
me: i've told him that he can swear but only around me and his mom, not around other people. but he never does it.
my son: dad
me: what
my son: fuck you
me:
me: i can't believe you actually said it, even though i said you could