Re: Fathers Day with my son
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Get a life
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Date: June 20, 2016 10:45AM
Leroy Moreno Wrote:
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> My son and I have a love hate relationship best
> described as troubled. Last Winter he tried to
> kill me with a knife. When he used to live at
> home one of my daily chores included gathering up
> all newspaper clippings from children's clothing
> circulators found in the Sunday Post. The thought
> of the neighbors seeing a centerfold of a toddler
> wearing dinosaur underwear would've ruined my
> image in the community. I'd never play guitar
> with the church band on Saturdays evenings ever
> again. Often I think of the money I wasted on
> this 33 year old man child. I wanted to take the
> wife to see Barry Manilow in Atlantic City for a
> romantic weekend but, no, my son had a meltdown
> and we were stuck babysitting the entire weekend
> while he hid under the covers. I'd like to read
> my Sunday Newspaper with an expresso and peace of
> mind knowing that my son won't be looking through
> Toys R Us catalogues. Reluctantly, and against my
> will, I drove my Kia over to his apartment. Damn
> Kia is almost on it's 110,000 mile mark. The
> thoughts of that new car smell is like a child in
> a candy store. Only in my case, the child can
> only browse. I walk up to the second floor and
> notice that he purchased a brand new "No
> Trespassing Sign," for his front door. Most of
> the neighbors chose a more subtle flower
> arrangement for their front doors. I knock 3
> times when the door quickly cracks open demanding
> identification. I answer "son it's your father I
> thought..." just as quickly the door slams shut.
> A minute later he rushes me into his apartment and
> the smell of full liter boxes, old milk, and paint
> cans pierce my nostrils. My son tells me "sorry,
> I'm constantly under surveillance. They're
> watching me, dad, they're after me!" No sooner he
> gives me a giant bear hug. I half expect a sharp
> blade to penetrate my back and am relieved when he
> lets go and I'm unharmed. It's tradition for the
> son to invite the father to an outing on Father's
> Day however my wife forced me to do this so I
> invite him to Golden Corral to talk things over.
> My son puts on a fedora and a handkerchief to
> cover his face walking to my car. On the way I
> can't help notice that when we pass a Toys R Us,
> Chuckee Cheese, or Babies R Us, he turns his head
> almost like a dog. At Golden Corral he throws a
> temper tantrum when the waitress informs us that
> the chocolate fountain is turned off today. I
> reassure him that I'll buy him ice cream after
> lunch. In the buffet line, instead of grabbing a
> couple of items my son takes the whole tub of mac
> and cheese back to the table. We talked things
> over as we ate. I made the mistake of asking him
> if he was seeing a special lady but quickly
> changed the topic before he could even answer with
> whoever he met at Chuckee Cheese or on the
> playground. I bring up the stabbing incident and
> for the first time in my life I feel that my son
> accepted responsibility for his actions by
> apologizing. For that simple moment I was proud
> to be his father but, no sooner, was let down when
> he asked if we could go see Finding Dory after
> lunch. I dropped him off, jumped back into my
> car, and, just like my son did, turned my head
> passing signs for Dulles Airport. I think to
> myself "I wonder what the real estate market in
> Cozumel is like around this time of the year?"
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