The longer we do this, the more I feel like an old man who tells you stories that I've already told you before.

And generally the story sounds, I hope, the same as the last time I told you.

But I don't know.

Time passes.

Memories fade.

I think I'm getting this story right.

A few years ago, my son and one of his buddies were goofing around at our house, you know, just having fun

being boys, no problem at all.

My wife and one of her friends had recently just done a bunch of spring planting in these

flower pots and they went up to the store and they picked out the flower pots to fit the

space and they did this, you know,

the whole color analysis to make it just look the right way with the color of the house and

the season. And they spent all day out there getting their hands dirty and making these, you

know, beautiful flower pots. It was absolutely lovely. Well, then my son and his little buddy were

just running around doing boy things, but they weren't being real thoughtful.

And they way overswung the screen door.

Like the kind of thing that for the dads out there just makes you absolutely cringe.

Like, ah, why would you do that?

It's not how those doors are supposed to work.

That's not normal use.

Don't yank on that like that. It's not stress tested doors are supposed to work. That's not normal use. Don't yank on that like that.

It's not stress tested for that kind of thing.

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