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.