I try and take Aubrey to the park at the elementary school near our home each night. Tougher to do now that it's dark so early.
We pull up to the park to find it deserted:
Aubrey: Uh oh, dada.
Me: What Aubrey?
Aubrey: No kids.
Me: That's OK. We can play by ourselves.
Aubrey: No kids. Wanna go home.
Me: You want to go home? But you can just play with dada!
Aubrey: No. Don't wanna play with dada. Go home.
And...that's how dada's heart breaks.
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