Did I?! Am I officially a genius now? I mean, if there are rumors, it just means we’re worth talking about… right… Maybe we’ve sold our souls but we don’t know it… so we’ve sold our brains too? So we’re… zombies? Or working for some mastermind? I probably should stop while I’m ahead, I swear, I’m not a conspiracy theorist! Ha, well they take on after you more. But I noticed that too. He’s my mini-me, so I guess he just likes to stick around me like that. I think maybe we can arrange something, she’s getting old enough to learn to ride, isn’t she? I’m pretty sure I held back absolutely nothing. I know she won’t ever forget it. You and me? Probably, we’re already nonstop. Our kids are going to have to get us to sit down for more than five minutes. He’s… he’s such a legend, a trooper. I am happy, though, he’s had such a colorful, amazing career. I only hope to be half the legend he is, still singing at that age. He deserves an award for being so incredible and just existing.
I always knew that you were a genius, but I guess that does mean it’s official now! Which... I think we might want to keep on the down low, because if we’re zombies, and you’re a genius— does that make you a Zombie that’s still capable of human emotions? Like that one movie that I can’t remember the name of at the moment but I swear exists. A little mini you has turned into your mini-me stalker at this point and it’s adorable. You mean to tell me she’s not going to stay little forever?! Damn. Alright, alright, I’ll call the ranch tomorrow and see what classes they have for her. Hell, I’m sure he’s sick of all the awards at this point. Does he even have any more room to keep them all?