All The Glitters

Me: “Love you.”

My Oldest, age 14: “How much?”

Me: “Should you die, I will avenge your death in a murderous rage.”

Oldest: “Good… But don’t get caught. And try to invent a poison that makes them cough up glitter as they die.”

Me: “As you wish.”

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