Fictionalized Interactions with the Son I’m Never Going to Have
“Hey pop, was Chantico real?”
They grow up so fast.
“Yes, son, it was. Starbucks woefully overestimated the populations desire for drinkable chocolate. I think I still have a coupon for a free-ah, here it is. You keep it.”
“No thanks, dad. I’m allergic to cardstock.”
I know you are, son. I know you are.
