Yeah, complain to miss now you know your hero’s really called Tim… like that’ll do any good.
But, dude, I feel for you. I remember how I felt when I badgered my grandparents into telling me that Santa doesn’t exist.
It’s gutting, but in the end you start to feel better. I can’t sugar-coat the truth just because it’s pretty.
😀
If only there was some way of going back in time…
The right way, I believe, is to build a silly looking blue box with a flashing nipple on top…