“I can’t believe we have an almost two-year-old,” Companion said.

“I know. I can’t believe I have a six-year-old. Just wait until that day,” I said.

“Yeah.”

“One day you’ll wake up and say, ‘Six years ago I had a great life…,” I said.

“…Six years ago I had a bad idea,” Companion finished.

(No six-year-old Frannys were within earshot.)