The baby has just broken the preschooler's princess headband and we're trying to keep her from freaking out.
Hubs: Anything your sister breaks, we can either fix or replace, sweetheart. [He pauses and sighs.] Unless it's Optimus Prime.
Me: What?
Hubs: My parents bought him before Transformers got popular and they stashed him away. By Christmas you couldn't find them anywhere so when I opened him up on Christmas morning I was SO EXCITED. Then an hour later I jumped off the couch and landed on him and broke his leg off. I cried and cried.
Me: Aww. How old were you?
Hubs: I don't know. Like fourteen?
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