I'm driving Liam to spend the night with Gigi and he tells me:
I don't get Tag. I like being "it." But I have to immediately go tag somebody? I'd be "it" the whole time.
I could only laugh and lean my arm through to the back seat: Give me five, buddy. You're "it," Liam. You're "it."
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