That Makes it Four Times

Well. That makes it four times.
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Once again, some kid came up to me and called me daddy.
The tiny tod latched onto my pants and just refused to let go.
I told him nicely that I wasn't his dad....
And he started crying... BAH.... CRYING.
ok..he was not a screamer, he was more quietly sobbing than crying. Also mid stream, he did a forward slash with a clenched fist and said "daddy, i want to be wolverine"

// Enter into Fantasy //

I would have been so proud if he was indeed my son. That right! Wanting to be a superhero is a rite of passage! Slash away son.... slash away, just don't slash mommy's curtains. She'll get all mad and she'll take away our superpowers. That's mommy-language for 'you (kid) go to bed and you (adult) go do the dishes.

// Back to Reality //

It was only in a moment of distraction did he let go just long enough for me to make a lickety split.
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But i did not leave him per se. I waited at the corner until his real dad found him.
Crazy kids...

slash slash slash