Sitting here in the car with the boys as my wife runs into Target to pick something up "really quick." (I believed her. She can be quick—in Target, right?)
Anyway, I find a spot that gives us a clear view of the entrance and Dawson says:
"Hey Dad, see that white car in front of us? Why don't you park in front of it? It's closer."
"Can't. See that other car? It's like halfway in the parking space."
"Halfway? That's a bit of an exaggeration."
"Alright, then what percentage of the space is it taking up?"
"I'll give you that, but what percentage?"
"About 9 point something percent."
"No, a little less."
Right about then, my wife returned. She was pretty quick.
And she brought me a Drumstick.
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