“Yes. Ah. Except one time, we were having dinner when you were all kids, Casper and V were both crying because of some injustice that had happened at school, and I thought in that moment, How have I managed to raise two such wonderful and sensitive boys, and I just really wished we could go outside and… burn something. I would like it if just one time, my sons would stop talking about how terrible everything is long enough to drink a beer and watch ice hockey with me.”
