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last week our kitten Oscar, aka "the plush", was doing something cute as he wanted to go outside. My 8yo said something like "ahhh that's cute" to which I said I was immune to cute. My son asked why, I told him it was because I had no heart and that in the spot that should have held my heart was a evil stone.

Fast forward to today, I am not feeling well and was going to bed early. My son comes behind me and says.

"papa even though you have no heart and are evil I am worried about you"

I told my wife I want that on my gravestone

That's a good one.