Tonight, RD Husband was getting the four year old ready for bed.
Four Year Old: “I love jet packs.”
RDH: “Me, too! I’d love to have a jet pack.”
FYO: “When I grow up, I’m going to be a jet pack designer. I’m going to make jet packs.”
RDH: “That is so cool. Will you make one for me?”
The four year old considers.
FYO: “Well, you might be dead by then.”
Wah, wah, wah…
Oh, small child, thou shouldst not burn thy patriarch thusly! (Though, to be fair, this sounds more like child-logic than an intentional slight).
Side note: if he does become a jet pack designer, I’m putting my order in now!