Son: I'm hungry. I hardly ate any dinner. And I had no dessert either.
Me: Then eat something.
Son: Okay. And that thing was mostly true.
Me: What thing?
Son: About dinner and dessert.
Me: ... Well, I expect that most things you tell me will be at least "mostly true."
Son: Then: so it shall be!
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Me: Could you clear the table?
Son: Never fear, Mother! It shall be done!
Like a Sisyphus -- I can't go on; I'll go on
8 years ago
