Ok. We’re going to fix this. Here’s what we do. First, you abandon your toddler. Just forget about them. They’re dead weight. They’re holding you back. But don’t worry, I’LL be the new toddler. Nevermind tbe fact that I’m 41.

I’ll go take a nap, and you go clean my kitchen. When I wake up, you can give me gummy snacks, and some juice, and some hugs.

…now 41 year old me is sad, because that all sounds really nice.

I though Trump would be in this punchline somehow