Late yesterday evening, as I tucked Wilson up in the tumble dryer for the night, he asked me, 'New Dad – I am real, aren't I?'
'Of course you are! I replied, in my most reassuring, confident and Dad-like tone of voice.
'And you're real too, aren't you?' he then asked.
I thought for a moment, then told him, 'Yes. I think so. I think I'm real.'
Believing he was asleep, I crept out of the laundry room, but he called after me: 'You think, so, therefore you are! I made a philosophy joke! Ha ha!'
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