OPTIMUS PRIME

My baby's birthday today - 29 years old, 6 feet 4 inches, independent man of the world, single carefree, two boy racers, nice house, owner of one smelly male black labrador, youngest of my three: 'What would you like for your birthday, son?'
'Optimus Prime, ma.'
'Optimus what?'
'Optimus Prime, ma. A Transfomer.'
'But I gave you Transformers when you were wee, son.'
'A new generation of Transformers now, ma.'
'But I was gonna get you a lawnmower. You said you needed one.'
'When you can give me a lorry that converts into a robot? You're kidding me...'

Who's kidding who?

Optimus Prime it is.

And I'm definitely gonna see the movie when it opens next week.