Peter: Bad handwriting is a sign of great intelligence? Really? Who comes up with these theories?!
The missus: Why, what now?
Peter: I have a good handwriting!
The missus: Exactly the point!
It took a good few minutes for that remark to click and Peter involuntarily went, "Wait, what?!"
The missus: I rest my case!
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When asked on his last day at preschool, "What do you want to be when you grow up?"
"I want to be Superman! ", the little fellow said.
Peter (beaming) : That's my boy! The only thing that would have made it better was if he said Batman!!
The missus (shakes her head): You do realise it's all your fault, right?
Peter (giving it a bit of thought): Oh, right! Batman's dad was a billionaire right? I guess it indeed is my fault that he can't be Batman!!
The missus: I am disappointed.
Peter: So am I, don't rub it in!!
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The moments, when the little fellow did those cheeky little things in exactly the same cheeky way Peter did all those years ago, were those of pure brilliance!
Peter (lost in the moment): Wow, I know he's got your genes, but when he does these things just like me, I am so.. I am so.. what's the word I am looking for?
The missus (shakes her head slightly): Worried! - yes, that's the word you are looking for. We should be worried!
Damn! She had a brilliant point, as always. Brutal.. But.. Brilliant!
