Because when I am standing there, in the playroom, fingers in my mouth, trying to free the blasted popcorn kernel scrammy from between my molars, and say 'I need the' and pinch my thumb and forefinger together a couple of times, he takes out his Swiss Army Knife and hands me the nifty toothpick, because that is what I wanted.
I try to be the Swiss Army knife of your life.
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