My daughter: “Dad, there’s a snake in the skatepark. You need to get it out”
Gullible me (ignoring all obvious signs of being set up): where?
Her: “under the table”
Narrator: there was no snake in the skatepark, only children laying in wait.
Thank you to my sweet (?) family for this gauntlet of love. Happy Father’s Day to all you patient dads out there; our rewards are priceless, and often messy

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