Whenever Kevin irritates me, I tell him about a really cool memory. Like the time we went to Cedar Point. Or New York. Or Niagara Falls. And I ask him whether he remembers it at all.
And he always says, "Yeah! Yeah! That was so much fun!"
Then, I tell him that he didn't exist at the time.
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