Just a Minute

Me: “I would love to be someone’s hero. Troy, wouldn’t you like someone to want to be like you?”
Troy: “Yep.”
Me: “I mean, nobody wants to be like me…except me. But then, I’m already like me, so there’s that.”
Troy: “It’s okay, dada, we still love you.”
Me: “Wait, what?! I don’t like the way you said that. It’s like ‘It’s okay, we still accept you despite your deficiencies, despite the fact that you’re not perfect.’ I feel like someone needs to wrestle. You want to take this inside?!”
Troy: “Sure, but you’ll need to wait until I’m done with my donut. I’ll be with you in a minute.”
My Wife [cracking up laughing]: “All right, baby! He’s got your number, dada!”