Sometimes at 3 A.M. when my Sara can't sleep, she likes to play "The Doomsday Game". Essentially it consists of Her asking me a series of questions about situations I will likely never encounter, then getting upset at my answers. Here's one of my favorite examples... "If The Walking Dead were real, and we were trapped in the basement with no way to escape, we'd starve before we ate the Dogs, right?"
Now - this is NOT (as I have learned) a time for Honesty in our relationship. Leaving that hypothetical to your imagination - I'd LIKE to think there's not much I wouldn't do for our Girls. This Jogger in England is who I HOPE I'd be.