(The boy climbs into the car)

Me: “We’re just going into town to pick up some things. Why did you run back into the house?”

Danger Monkey, age 9: “I almost forgot my dice. I have a special pocket in my fleece just for my dice bag and some pencils in case anyone ever wants to play D&D.”

Me: … (sniff)

DM: “Daddy, are you crying?”