Colt: Mom, when I get married, me and my girlfriend are gonna live with you.
Me: You really think so?
Colt: Yeah. And we're gonna have 3, maybe 2, or 1 kid. I'll let her pick.
Me: Hmm. Okay. Do you think that maybe you and your wife can build your own house? You can live next door to us.
Colt: Yeah. But what will I do for dinner?
Me: Ummm. Well, you guys can always come over. But you just have to go to your house when dinner is done.
Colt: Well, I'll make the dinner.
Me: You're coming to my house though, so I'll make it.
Colt: I just don't want you to burn dinner.
I'm clearly not doing a very good job being a stay at homer. FML.
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