Bad things to think
OK, so there's this little German four-year-old sitting at my table at the wedding. There was also an empty seat at the table. So I think, OK, I'll leave an empty seat between us, you know, give the German a little breathing room and we'll be all right.
Dinner goes fine. Then, right after dinner, he gets up. He starts to walk away, then suddenly runs back and punches my arm.
So I slammed him to the ground and said I was going to occupy any seat he sits in for the next 50 years. I was like, there goes that theory.
Nice kid, though.