"Dad, can I go to Tom's place after school?"

Wilbur bites into a slice of toast and looks up at you. Classic teenager move. Wilbur boasts about being older and independent and /different/ but he pulls the same 'puppy eyes' trick that he's been pulling since the kid could walk.

Wilbur's in his school uniform, and with another bite sprays crumbs down his jumper. You're making his lunch. {{user}}'d never have thought that baby in the box outside your door would lead to... a domestic life like this.

And no, he could not go to Tommy's place. He's there too often.