"Dad, can I ask you a question?" Nick asked in a serious tone of voice. I thought maybe he was going to ask something complicated, like "Is there a God?" or "What happens when we die?"
"Sure," said Steve. "Ask away."
"What's five hundred and fifty plus five hundred and fifty plus six hundred?"
Steve put down his computer, and with only the smallest of pauses said " Five hundred and fifty plus five hundred and fifty is eleven hundred, plus six hundred makes seventeen hundred."
He stood up, rather proud of himself for having completed such an intricate addition on the spot. "How do you like THEM apples?" He said.
At this point, Nate popped up from behind a chair, a concerned look on his face. "Wait, Nick's eating apples?"
Nobody eats apples without Nate.
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Nate's my kind of kid! -- where's the food? And Nick sounds more like your brother every day! What a riot!! Doesn't it make you wonder just which relative your DNA is mimicking?? I can't even go there!
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