The son I never had. I dream of seeing him in a Hab's uniform one day, it's not totally beyond the realm of possibility, he was a Hab's fan growing up. If that day ever happens, he'll need a new place to live so I'll adopt him and he can move in with Mr. Moey and I. He can permanently move into my guest room and hang out with Mr. Moey in the room down the hall with the man TV and surround sound. He'll even have his own bathroom. I'll do his laundry and cook him delicious meals when he's in town. I won't charge him room and board, a few free hockey tickets would suffice; and he and his buddy Stanley are welcome to use the pool anytime.
I just hope he likes cats.
