Once again, my kid and I are at the gas station where you can’t lock the pump handles in place and you have stand there and hold them.
Except that thanks to our previous visit, he now knows how to keep the pump on by wedging the gas cap in the handle, so while everyone else is standing around holding pump handles, he’s sitting in the front seat next to me.
“Look at everyone holding the pump handles,” I point out. “Don’t say I never improved your life by passing along my hard-earned wisdom.”
“Holding the handle builds character,” he says.
“So get out and hold it then. I don’t care. At least now you have options.”
“Nah, I’ve already got enough character.”