So as do most red blooded american men, I was looking forward to a great night with friends watching the Super Bowl, eating some great food and drinking a couplefew frosty adult beverages. The boys weren't feeling great but they weren't feeling like death either... good enough for them to stay at home and play and go to bed at a normal time.
As halftime nears, my phone rings. Conversationwith 5 year old follows:
Me: Hello
JC: Hey (whimper) Daddy
Me: Why are you crying, what's wrong buddy?
JC: Nothing..... just am. (more whimpering)
Me: Well there is no reason to cry. Tell me why you are upset.
JC: I miss you daddy. (Note: I had been gone for approx 2 hours)
Me: Well I miss you too lil homie. No reason to be sad though. I will be home soon, just watching the football game. I don't want you to be upset.
JC: I just love you daddy, that's all. (This is about the point where I felt like world's worst dad)
Me: I love you too very much and how bout we go to store tomm and find you a new book or something for being such a good boy this weekend.
JC: We gonna go to the bookstore?! Awww yeah, ok. bye daddy! (Click)
Part of me hangs up the phone thinking I have the best kid in the world and he loves me so much. Then the reality sunk in that he used me like a high school girl and her teenage boyfriend to get what she wants. Lil sucker.... crafty lil salesman... just like his dad. Love'em to death!
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