Son: I'm building a time machine
Me: Where are you going to?
Son: Back in time
Me: Ok, any time in particular
Son: I'm going back to all my bad days to change them to good days
Did you have any bad days at school?
Me: Yep, but none that reached quite the epic porportions of yours
(I refer you to the bill for reattaching the quiet room door)
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