You know, one day I’m gonna be an old man, laying in bed, all pale, with a pink blanket pulled over me. Or maybe the pink blanket’s pale, I can’t remember. Anyway, do you know what I’m gonna be thinking about? It’s not about this election. I’m gonna be thinking about blueberry pie. I’m gonna be thinking about making gingerbread trains with my favorite four girls. This family is what makes me special. You four, you’re what make me great. And I’m sorry if I haven’t done a good job of showing you that enough lately.