thank you for the wonderful heart-warming stories you’ve shared about my son.” My dad laughs heartily, and I shoot a glare at Gabe who has overshared evilly. My dad stretches. “Well, it’s bed for me. But just one more please, Gabe.” Gabe smiles wickedly. “Once, Dylan got his tie caught in the small, portable shredder at work and actually shredded half of it before he realised. Then he was trapped because the reverse button didn’t work, so he had to stay there for a couple of hours until I came back and was able to cut him out.”
