Rating venues, for ‘fun factor,’ is something my father would’ve never done. He didn’t do birthday parties or childhood.
Jump-ability has my first grader and me trolling the seven different inflatable party centers locally. We’re all about the fun.
Entertainment was once cruising the strip in my Celica picking up hotties. That’s how I became the proud father of an astute six year old, who’s decided dinosaurs and jumpy-houses make for excellent fun.
“Mama gots gummy T-Rexs and we gets to dig in Oreos and eats them!”
“Mama’s an awesome chick, little dude.” I smile as his pudgy fingers return to skillfully manipulating his portable gaming system.
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I love the father-son interaction. I think it was a great take on the photo prompt with the dinosaurs and dirt. There is a lot going on with the narrator and we get a very clear snapshot into his life. We know he is a better father to his own son and his own father was to him, he was not planning on having a son but stepped up to the plate when the time came, and that he loves the mother of his son. Really love all the detail that stacked nicely into this short short story.