You jump, I jump. It’s more than a Titanic reference for me and my boy. It’s a way of life. Connected at the hip? You bet. Classic dependency. But I don’t mind. If it weren’t for my boy, I’d probably be hanging on a front porch somewhere with pumpkins slowly rotting beneath my dangling feet.
With my boy, I get to see a magical world of tree monsters and pet dragons. I get to play in the rain and feel sand between my phalanges. I dance in the car and jump on the bed. I battle silly lava monsters and mutant spiders. Yep, life if pretty good.
Alright, enough with the sap.
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