“Son, you’re 8 years old now so dad has to leave to go on an important trip.” “Oh no, that’s so sad! I’m only 8 years old! Where are you going?” “I’m going to walk around the world” “Wow! That’s a long trip! I’m only 8 years old and you’re my father. Are you sure it’s more important than me, your 8 year old son?” “It is, but I’m not going to do it all at once. That’s crazy, I’ll take breaks. I’ll leave and come back to it.” “Oh good, so I’ll be able to see you! That’s a relief, I’m 8 years old and need my father.” “What?? No no no. My self-imposed rules mean I can leave, but I can’t return to the UK. So you’re on your own. I’m gonna chill in Mexico and stuff when I’m not heroically and importantly walking around the world.” “Oh. So you’re leaving me, your 8 year old son, to go on a not continuous walk around the globe just because? And I’ll meet you for the first of 4 times when I turn 14, which is necessary because of the rule you set for yourself? So I’ll barely know you? And you’ll miss the birth of your granddaughter?” “Right. Yes. Exactly. I’ll basically be like Magellan. You get it.”