Tonight he called me outside to see something.
Little guy: "Mom, come out."
Me: "No, it's cold."
Little guy: "Come out."
Me: "No, I don't want to."
Little guy: "Come out, pleeeeeeease."
Me: "OK." You now magic word powers and all.
I walked out onto the front porch. There he stood, looking like a beautiful warrior, bow drawn, string pulled back...and "sproing!" Yeah, the arrow fell straight down to the ground by his feet.
Me: "Cool. OK, I'm going back in."
Little guy: "Wait, one more time."
He loaded it, pulled the string back, and "sproing!" That arrow flew like the wind.
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