My son love to respond to any mention of “para trooper” with “para pooper”.
“Your father was a paratropper.”
We give my son an extra hour of time on his tablet. He sobs and say, “anything but an hour.”
“Danny,” I say. “First of all, you don’t even know what an hour is.”
He cracks a smile.
“And secondly, crying only works on your mother.”