There's a Chappelle's Show skit where Dave's kid makes him a necklace out of macaroni. While the necklace itself is very unremarkable in its craftsmanship, the fact that his son gave it to him made him get a bit emotional.

My kid didn't exist three years ago, and I only first saw him 25 months ago. For several months, all he could do was cry, eat, and poop (and for the record, he did these things like a true champion). I think all the time about how quickly he's growing up, but I didn't have my first real macaroni necklace moment until yesterday, when I brought this picture in to decorate my office:

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It's an outline of a Christmas tree with dots of paint on it. It's hardly something to get worked up about. Yet I was actually getting a little bit emotional when I brought it in.

Important Note: No, I didn't cry. I repeat, there was no crying.
My kid is growing fast. Too fast. And so am I.

Quick, somebody tell me a fart joke...