About a thousand this year... No, the great magician who is about thirty-three years old has a lovely child.
Although there seem to be some problems getting along, it doesn't matter, they are mother and son!
Not only was the great magician not discouraged, he was even still pleased with himself.
Sixteen-year-old Jason Todd refused to admit: You are not my mother. My mother's name is Sheila, and she can also cook!
Sheila: I'm your mother, but my name is not Sheila... Well my name is Sheila. I can also cook!
Twenty-five-year-old Jason Todd had a dead look in his eyes: No, you don't call him a cook, you call him a fried kitchen.
Sheila: Call me mommy, honey.
Sixteen-year-old Jason Todd: Sheila!
Twenty-five-year-old Jason Todd: ... Mom.
The sixteen-year-old Jason looked at his twenty-five-year-old self with a betrayed expression.
That night, sixteen-year-old Jason Todd had no dinner.
Of course there are no petit fours.