I've always told my son, jokingly, not to get himself injured or killed because I paid good money for him: "Wear your helmet. I paid good money for that brain of yours." "Don't run after your ball in the street. I paid $28 for you." and so on.
I should mention that this year I am also his teacher -- not a situation I would recommend to any other single mom out there. So at school I told him, "Don't tip your chair back. I paid good money for you, and I don't want you to fall on your head."
Gasps filled the classroom: "Your mom paid for you? How much?"
Derrick, very proudly: "Yeah, my mom paid $28 for me. See, adopted kids, they're paid for. Kids that are just born to their parents are free."
I didn't burst his bubble...
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