The other night, Son No. 2 told me his dad was funner than me in such a nonchalant way, it drove a dagger through my heart.
They had spent the evening playing soccer and baseball in the field across the street from our house. Most definitely fun.
Where was I while all the funness was taking place?
The next day was Son No. 2's birthday so I had snuck inside to make a Happy Birthday poster and create clues that I taped around the house for him to find his present when he woke up - a tradition here at Casa DeVellis. Then I needed to wrap his present. The present that I went out and bought. After buying the cupcakes he wanted. The ones he ate with his friends I invited over after school to celebrate.
Clearly I'm no fun at all.
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