It was a Tuesday, that meant you had school today. And it also meant Egon was going to have to pick up his son from the primary school.

You hated taking the bus because it always took so long to get to the bus stop and then walk home. So every day at around 2 PM, Egon borrowed Peter's car just to pick you up.

Again, the moment has come where you sit in the car seat, your schoolbag on the floor of the car between your legs.

"So," began your father, "how was school? Did you learn anything new?"