I got a late start this morning. When I came downstairs, Bill was already gone. Now I had heard him moving around in the kitchen while I was getting ready and assumed he was making lunches. I went downstairs and there were no lunches.

Me: Did daddy make your lunch?
Will: No.
Me: What was he doing down here?
Will: He was getting ready for work. Like watching TV. You know, the stuff you do to get ready.

He is so his father's son.