PLAYING MOM AGAINST DAD FOR THE FIRST TIME

The first words I heard when i got home came from upstairs, "Welcome home, dad." I had never heard Conor say that before. I ran upstairs to give him a big hug. He ran back to the couch and said, "Dad, look." He had figured out how to turn on the TV and get Apple TV up and running and was trying to watch a movie but got stuck in the menu section. "Dad, can you help me? I'm trying to watch a movie." "Conor, you're not supposed to be watching a movie at this hour. Did you ask your mom?" "Yes," he said, matter of factly. "Well, what did she say?" "She said, 'no'," he replied dryly. "That's why I'm asking you. So say yes, and let's get to it." Ha! I said there was no TV on a school night and that we'd be better off playing baseball outside. He said, "No, but do you want to race?" "Yes, let's do it." And we jumped off the couch, held hands and ran down the stairs, and out into the backyard. He jumped in his plastic car with a 'dad handle' on it and I pushed him around the yard as fast as I could. Then we went out on the dirt road in front of the house and we ran down to the end and came back. He never talked about movies until it was time to go to bed. Then he wanted to stay up instead of sleeping so he started asking about movie time. I ignored him.

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