And then, mid-sentence: “Daaaad? I need help. My T-Rex lost a leg!” The studio fell silent.
The camera wobbled for a split second — and then it caught the source: a tiny, confident figure in blue jeans and red sneakers waddling across the stage like he owned the place.
It was Pete’s five-year-old son, Boone.
Clutching a three-foot-long plastic dinosaur in one hand and a juice pouch in the other, Boone marched straight to his father’s desk and looked up with solemn eyes — like a patient walking into a pediatric care clinic, determined to get the right diagnosis.
Pete’s jaw dropped. “Boone, buddy — I’m live right now,” he whispered, panic and pride battling across his face. Boone blinked.
“You said we always protect the weak. And T-Rex only has one leg now. He’s super weak.”
