Kid: “You need to remember to come to our graduation Friday. I know how to remind you. I got an idea. We need tacos, an umbrella, and whatever we’re having for dinner tomorrow night, and we’re gonna make you puke it all up.”
Me: “What’s the umbrella for?”
Kid: “So we don’t get puked on. What, you want us to get puked on?!”
Me: “Yes.”
Kid: “You’re disgusting.”

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