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My story is going nowhere fast, but I will finish it!
“You have money.”
“Yes, I do, but-”
“So why don‘t we use it?” he asked curiously. “You‘re a rock star. Rock stars have lots of money.”
Jeff tried to think of a good argument by this. He couldn't believe that he was being talked over by his eight year old son. “Jack, it doesn‘t always work like that. Just because you have money doesn‘t mean you can use it for anything.”
“Please? Can‘t we just do this one thing? I promise never to ask for anything else again, for the rest of my life! I don‘t need any Christmas presents or birthday gifts or anything! You can even sell Sniff if you like.”
Jeff took a deep breath. “Of course we‘re not going to sell Sniff, buddy.”
“But you still won‘t go?”
Jeff closed his eyes, feeling defeated. Jack could probably tell he was about to give in. “Let‘s go upstairs, back our bags, and then we‘ll check online if there are any tickets-”
“-but if there‘s not, we‘re going home, Jack. Okay?”
Jack nodded and threw his arms around Jeff’s neck.
Tugs at your heartstrings, don't it? Sniffle.