[ Oh, phew. Okay. Good. He watches John beeline to the fridge as usual, and as usual, he has to remind him: ]
Don't eat too much or you won't have much room for dinner.
[ At that, he looks down at the permission slip and-- mother of God are we seriously going to have to do this-- it just, it him so suddenly. He was expecting to see something like this.. two.. maybe three years from now. Is John really that old?
Dad lifts the paper, looking it over. ]
--I haven't missed a birthday or two of yours, have I?
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Don't eat too much or you won't have much room for dinner.
[ At that, he looks down at the permission slip and--
mother of God are we seriously going to have to do this-- it just, it him so suddenly. He was expecting to see something like this.. two.. maybe three years from now. Is John really that old?
Dad lifts the paper, looking it over. ]
--I haven't missed a birthday or two of yours, have I?