Nathaniel Rateliff’s song S.O.B. is playing in the car.

H: Is this song called SOB?

A: No, it’s called Son of a Bitch.

Watching a survival documentary on National Geographic…

“This program contains images of tribal nudity”

Moments later

Kids: Eeeeeewww!

A: He ate a beetle larva!

H: He ate that cause he’s in nature, and there’s no food when you’re in nature.

H asks…

H: Dad, what color is your heart for real?

Me: Uhh, dark red?

H: No! That’s maroooooon!

Don’t tell me Covid and quarantine didn’t mentally fuck up a generation of kids.

H, sobbing before bed…

I don’t want to die someday.

And then…

But what if you and mommy die when I’m still a kid?

I catch A putting a toy in his mouth.

Me: A, don’t put toys in your mouth. You’ll choke.

A: No I won’t. It’s too big.

Me: Fine. You could catch coronavirus.

A tosses toy into H’s bed.

A: Ok. I’ll give coronavirus to H.