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• Tue, Mar 10, 2009 8:00 PM

  Don't Get Mad At Me, I'm Just the Messenger
  
  "Calvin, you're growing up so darn fast!"
  
  "Yup!"
  
  "Pretty soon you'll be all grown up and then what am I going to do with you?"
  
  "Yup!"
  
  "So... what do you think you'll be when you grow up?"
  
  "A police officer!"
  
  "How cool; you're going to be the person who keeps us all safe."
  
  "Yup! And I'm going to eat donuts every day!"
  
  (At that point I didn't even try not to laugh. I'm afraid my head would have exploded.)
  
  "Well, after you're done with your donuts, are you going to keep Papa and me safe when you're a police officer?"
  
  "MAMA. When I'm a police officer, I'll be all grown up. And when I'm all grown up, you and Papa will be dead."
  
  Uh...
  
  Um...
  
  Hm.

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