Then AZ entered the room. In his hands was a glass of juice, the teaspoon still in it.
"Dad, this is for you," he said, while extending his arms offering me the glass.
"Really?" I asked, quite skeptical as he's done quite a few jokes on me; offering things, telling me he's giving it to me, then laughing and taking it back.
"Yes," he said, "I made it for you."
I said my thanks and gave him a kiss. Then he walked away like it was the most normal thing for him to do.

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