“Babe, come listen to what he just said.”

We are in Costco with all the mountains of bulk items a family of five can pack into one cart. I was scanning aisles because sometimes it’s easier to leave the brood near the socks and go hunting for applesauce alone.

“What.”
“The girls said they were going to be the mice and he had to be the cat.”
“Yeah.”
“And he said, ‘Why do I have to always be the evil nemesis?'”
“How does he know that word?”
“Calvin and Hobbes.”

Well, read on my boy. Read on.