I saw a picture of your son, not lying in a basket but standing, holding your hand. And it made me feel old, but you've got 4 months on me and you're still accelerating. And I know a secret that I think would make you laugh, but we haven't talked in almost 2 years now. And Tokyo might as well be Neptune for all the plans I have to go there so promise me you'll come back if only in 10 years. Your kids can baby-sit mine and we'll go out on the water. We'll emulate our parent's drinking, well maybe mine cause yours were more wild than we've ever been, and yes I've heard about your s**ual things and I'm yet to tell you mine. But you know we can't compete. Your family blew my mind and I'm sure your new one will.