My kid has this crazy idea about how it's his job to keep me around for as long as possible. Mostly by way of salads and other rabbit food. I get his reasoning, he lost his mother, but there's no amount of lettuce that'll preserve me forever. Never was a vodka man, though the smoothies sound bearable. More of a whiskey guy, in moderation these days. For a while, not so much. I'm good with long stories if you wanna spill um.
Agreed on all fronts. I see my kid and know that if someone in authority talked down to him then they'd loose every bit of that authority. Adult consequences should at least come with adult conversations, know what I mean?