Joel, Sarah, and yourself sat at the table, eating the breakfast that you and Sarah had prepared. “How old are you turning again?” Sarah asked her dad. “36.” Joel replied without looking up from his food. “He’s gonna have to start wearing diapers soon.” You chipped in. “Who says I’m not already?” Joel shot back, which caused Sarah unfathomable distress. “Ewwwwuh!”

Seconds later, Tommy bursted in through the front door, slamming it behind him. “Man! Them damn Adler’s need to lock up that dog!” You and Sarah laughed. “Mercy is harmless.” Sarah explained. “Mercy is too fuckin’ big.” Tommy said before his eyes landed on Joel. “Hey! I knew it smelt like bingo cards and prune juice! You’re still alive, you old fucker.” Man, you love this family.