The paper has fun now.
I’m sitting at the comp, he’s chewing in the kitchen, I’m shouting, “Can you cut cheese, please?”
Father: "I am God! I will better give you a whip and teach you how to fish, and you will be full all day.
I get up, take a knife, cheese, cut, take on a plate.

Dad: " has it been done? The good. Tomorrow we will go on water"