Me: "That's fine. Eat your lunch."
Next day...
Mitch: "Mom, you were good today. Now, I love you two inches."
Me: "Oh, goodie. Now, put on your pajamas."
Today...
Mitch: "Mom, I love dad all the inches because he does tricks."
Me: "Yeah, great. Tricks."
Would you like to see the result of one of Mike's "tricks?" This is what happens when Mike says, "Hmmmm....I wonder how long I can stand on my head" in a small apartment. Tall man + tiny room = no return on security deposit, but infinite inches of a child's love
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