That Makes it Three times

It happened again. That makes it 3.
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This time.
Some kid ran over, grabbed my hand and started to drag me along.
Where?
How would I know.
Well I soon found out when he said,
"Daddy, mommy's that way."
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I let the kid drag me around the mall for a minute or so before I heard some laughter.
His family realized he dragged the wrong person to meet them.
They were more embarrassed than apologetic.
The kid was a little shocked.
I just shook it off.
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I believe this is a sign.
Not a sign that fatherhood is around the corner for me.
More a sign that Singaporean kids are getting myopic at a very tender age.