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Ava: “I need a JOB so I can make some money. Like a dog walking business.” 

Bry: “Can’t you learn to day trade or something?”

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Owen, to me, in a fit of inexplicable rage: “You’re not my father any more!”

Me: “Owen, I’m your mother.”

Owen: “No, Dad is my mother.” 

Then, later that night: “I love you, actually. You can be my mother.”