“Where ya going, daddy?”, asked little Bobby, who was standing by the bedroom door, looking at Jack pack his clothes.
“I’m going fishing with a friend”, replied Jack as he folded a shirt and put it in his bag.
“What friend?”, Bobby said seeing how his dad folded another shirt.
“My friend Ennis”
“Where?”
“Wyoming”, Jack answered.
“Is that where grandma lives?”
“Yep, that’s where grandma lives,” said Jack as he lowered to grab a pair of shoes.
“I wanna see grandma”
“Well, maybe some other day Bobby.” Jack said, now rummaging through the closet, looking for his red shirt.
“Why?”
“Because I’m going fishing”
“I wanna go fishing”
“Ya ain’t big enough. When yer a little older maybe I’ll take ya to Lake Kemp and teach ya.”
“I’m big enough to go now, Daddy!”, Bobby answered angrily.
“No ya ain’t”
“I’m too!”
“No ya ain’t,” Jack replied, now annoyed.
“I’m too!
“Bobby stop it,” said Jack turning his head around, giving Bobby a hard look.
“I wanna go fishing in Wyoming where grandma lives!” the boy insisted
“Okay” Jack said, going back to search for the shirt in the closet.
“And when are ya coming back?” asked Bobby
“Next week”
“And who’s going to tie my shoes?”
“Mom can do it,” said Jack
“No she can’t. Mom don't do it like you do, daddy,” said Bobby now disappointed
Jack sighed, realizing there was no point in finding the shirt. Ennis wasn't going to notice it anyway. He turned around to face his son.
“Well, how about I teach ya tie the shoelaces so ya can do it proper while I’m gone. What ya say?”
“Okay!”, said Bobby cheerfully.
“Come on, bud”
Jack grabbed his son’s little hand, and together went down the hall to get Bobby’s shoes.
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