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Originally Posted by pope04
I nailed my eight-year old son yesterday morning. He woke up, and I told him that the Flames and Oilers made a massive trade overnight. So massive, I said, the Oilers and Flames switched cities and we were now Oiler fans and there'd be no possibility of playoffs this spring. He walked away, and a few moments later I followed him to say that we were going shopping for Roloson jerseys in the afternoon. I stopped short and 'fessed up when I saw that he was crying.
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When you are old and drooling, dependent for help doing anything...you'll look to your son for help who'll say: "Dad, remember when I was 8?"
