and I’m being a normal parent…

I’m staring at the cell phone prepared to try to teleport to my boy’s side in time of need.

I’m wondering if there’s video of the daycare center so I can see if my boy is treated well.

I’m picturing some bully wrestling his lunch money away (though at this age, he can still barely feed himself)

He’s sitting in my mind, waving with a smile on his face that says, “It’s okay daddy.”

And the thought of him actually doing this is making me misty.

Damn I miss my scrotum.

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