Don’t worry mom. I’ll be fine. I’m a grown man now. No, you’re not. You’re my bigheaded baby. So, Berta, are you gonna miss me? Nah, why should I miss you? You’re just an extra toilet to clean. That is, when you can hit the toilet. Don’t worry, Grandma. I’ll make you proud of me. I’ve always been proud of you, darling. In my own way. Thanks for everything. Come here. Look at the bright side, Dad. You won’t have to buy me clothes anymore. They’re gonna give me a dress uniform, a work uniform, and even one for when I’m tired. What? Yeah, they call them ‘fatigues’. I don’t know why they just wouldn’t call them ‘pajamas’. Oh, my son, my son. You be a good boy, and you do what you’re told, and promise me you’ll be careful. Don’t worry about me. Worry about our nation’s enemies. I am worried.