Me: Neck-deep in a giant spreadsheet
My son (coming into the room, crying): Dad, why are we here at all if we’re just going to die and the earth will be swallowed by the sun someday?
Snaps one’s fkn perspective right sharp, I tell you what.
Me: Neck-deep in a giant spreadsheet
My son (coming into the room, crying): Dad, why are we here at all if we’re just going to die and the earth will be swallowed by the sun someday?
Snaps one’s fkn perspective right sharp, I tell you what.