It started all so innocently.
"Daddy, lets play boxing. I like boxing."
I obliged. Traditionally, Jack simply flails his arms at the TV, hoping to land a punch here and there, but always enjoying the experience. Traditionally, I lay him flat on his back (digitally speaking) every time with a barrage of well placed attacks.
But this time seemed different. And quickly, the tone changed.
"Daddy, I'm going to bring the hot fire on you."
"Well," I thought, "this is new."
He brought the hot fire. He waited patiently, and took swings when I was open. He protected his head and dodged jabs. He knocked me down. Then, he knocked me out. It took him three tries, but he did indeed take me down.
It is so on now.
The Party Crasher
5 days ago
