I’m not a jerk teen yet. Fleeting moments. Precious memories.

Nate: Dad, you don't need to help me at all. Go on.

Henry: Ok, all right.

Nate: "You blink then I'll be in college"

Henry: What was that?

Nate: Nothing, I just, walking, working.

Henry: ...Ok.

Nate: "Remember that time I was a baby? Feel like one minute ago?"

Henry: What?

Nate: What? Huh?

Henry: Fine?

Nate: "Dad, you’ll be my idol for like, two more years"

Henry: ...OK, I heart that one...

Five minutes, and then we stop.

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Nate: Mom, we have to replace the chimney with a slide for when the storks delivery my baby brother.

Henry: What he siad.

Sarah: This is crazy! You can not do the chimney.

Come on, don't make me the mean Mom.

Nate: Dads are Fun. Moms are mean.

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Sarah: We need to tell him.

Henry: Tell him what?

What? Go back to watch more TV?

This is the best time I had with Nate of my life.

Henry: We can get a new chimney. But we would never build or replace the time with Nate.

And if we put those headsets back on, how old will Nate be when we take it off again?

Nate: I’m not a jerk teen yet.

Fleeting moments. Precious memories.

<Storks, 2016>