Me: "I still have a picture of your mother and I sitting on a bridge with you, and you're like this tall."
(I'm holding my hands about eighteen inches apart.)
Beautiful Wife: "And now you're almost as tall as I am. You're still cute, though."
Me: "Well, he was cute. He's starting to be more handsome, now."
Beautiful Wife: "And snarkier. Now he's our snark-monster."
Firstborn: "I'm not a monster. I am a snark-god."
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