SCENE: The Impala, driving back from church this morning, me driving and Patch, age four, and Little One, age eight, in the backseat.
PATCH: (makes a series of weird rambling semi-animal noises)
ME: Little One, did you ever think, then when you were asking for a baby sister, God would have sent
this to us?
LITTLE ONE: Well, actually,
I wanted a brother.
PATCH: (after a moment’s thought) … You get what you get and you don’t get upset!
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