So I am driving Tall and his pal, both age 6, to summer camp. Their conversation in the car goes something like this:
Pal: Tall, have you ever gone skydiving?
Tall: (without hesitation) Yes.
Me: (??)
Pal: So have I.
Tall: When?
Pal: A long time ago. I was five.
Tall: Did you like it?
Pal: Well, the thing is, my parachute did not open and that is why I have this scar on my eye (pointing to non-existent scar). But now it's healed up. I jumped out of a helicopter.
Tall: (nonchalant) That's cool.
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