If this doesn’t just sum it up eloquently, even decades later, I don’t know what does.
George: Didn’t daddy tell you to pick up your toys?
Junior: Uh-huh!
George: Well… pick them up then!
Junior: No!
The adult mind must cope with childish innocense with superior intellect and ingenuity to convince the child to obey.
George: Now junior, don’t you pick up a single solitary one of those toys
Junior: Alright, I won’t.
Ah… I wish I had a million of em.
