Play Date…

Dishes fill the sink, chocolate milk drips on the floor. A blanket fortress fills the room as cartoons blare on the television. My wife glares at my makeup covered face. I hold our four-year-old daughter, and meekishly say, “It was…her… idea?”





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R. Todd

I'm older than I think I am and younger than I feel. I'm stuck in the 80's but relevant to today (oh I hope that last part is true). I think I am more of an enigma than I really am, but somehow still confound those who try to figure me out (or they just look at me weird, so I infer that). And I really hate my first name. Husband, father, Navy Vet, UCF graduate, cat owner (translate.. slave), wannabe writer, and all around big kid who is stuck in an adult world. Overall, I just... um.. something to something, blah blah blah. And that's all I got to say about that.

11 thoughts on “Play Date…”

    1. I found this charming. The details tell us that dad was left at home to watch the preschooler without ever having to use those words. Plus, I like how the answer is ambiguous: is the 4-year-old in charge or is Mom? My one bone to pick is “meekishly.”

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