"I don't want to go. They're all old. They all stare at me," he said.
"Did you ever stop and think they're just staring at your super hot Dad?" I said.
"Impossible," he said, "since I don't have one."
Published writer, compulsive reader, Old School Whovian, Match Game enthusiast, NKOTB fan, data hoarder, and - surprisingly, given that list - married with four kids. Welcome to my take on life, fatherhood, entertainment, and whatever strikes my fancy. Enjoy!
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