Dad? Dad? Dad? Dad? Dad!
My God. The boy never really has anything to say after he gets my attention. He just starts every sentence with "Dad" to make sure I'm paying attention. But, then he rarely follows up with anything. So I start to tune it out. By the end of the weekend, I'm done. I can take no more "Dad."
The worst is when he's in the back room and calls me. I feel bad not going, but when I get there, it's for nothing. "When's lunch?" "What time are we leaving?" "Look at this." Enough! Get up and walk to me!
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