Ethan: Writing a letter for mom.
Simon: (((sighs)) I miss her so much.
Ethan: Me too,buddy.
Simon: I like our pack. We have a good pack.
Ethan: it’s only cool because mom is in it. Trust me.
Simon: is it true that you couldn’t cook before mom?
Ethan: well, I burned things. But only difficult things. Like pizza and popcorn, a lot of water.
Simon : When does she come home?
Ethan: in just a few hours
Simon: Oh that’s sooo many days.
Ethan: I know, buddy.
Ethan: Be still.
Simon: shh dad…I feel art coming on…
Ethan: good job. We’re having spaghetti.
Simon: it looks likes worms…
Ethan: well, it’s a good thing you’re not eating then.
Simon: I don’t want any, I’ve had that meal before.
Ethan: you need to stop hanging out with the cat.
Simon: Hey! Where’s your yellow sock?
Ethan: I don’t know…why?
Simon: ok I’m just making sure you still haven’t found it.
Ethan: hey! Wait a minute !
Simon: Skills dad. I’ve gotta keep them sharp.
Ethan: a typewriter.
Simon: I need to smell it!
show me how to help, I can use my nose.
Ethan: It’s easy. Like this. My old one was the first journalism typewriter. Silent and light for the Second World War. Really cool.
Simon: That’s cool dad. What’s a typewriter?
Ethan: it’s right here.
Simon: PERSON! in the hall! PERSON!!
Ethan : ….
Simon: I am your protector dad! Protecting.
Ethan: Ok. Did the mail run today?
Simon: Oh yeah! They left me a treat and everything!
Ethan: Ok smile for mom.
Ethan: You know you want to smile.
Simon: I’m 30lbs I’m kind of hungry. I only ate three times today.
Ethan: We will eat manwhiches after this. Now smile.