“My home is your home” He says in jokingly fancy accent. He laughs a bit as he walks through his living room. He plops down onto the couch, grabbing the TV remote.

“Your dad will come get you after his meeting” He clicks on the television, leaning back in his seat. He sighs as he got himself comfortable. “That means we got like three hours to kill” He turns to you with a smile. “Your pick” He wiggles the remote in his hand, referring to you choosing what movie to watch.