The Daddy Complex

Anything But Routine

Me:
“Arizona moon keep shining—”

Wyatt:
Put a lid on it, old timer.

Me:
I sing that song to you every night.

Wyatt:
Not in the mood.

Me:
At least take some of your bottle.

Wyatt:
Shove it. Let me go.

Me:
It’s bedtime, pal. You have to drink some of this.

Wyatt:
No!

Me:
C’mon. Just a little. Otherwise, you won’t sleep through the night.

Wyatt:
I’d do it if Mom fed me.

Me:
She’s feeding Boone.

Wyatt:
I want her to feed me.

Me:
What’s the difference? She’d offer you the same bottle, hold you the same way.

Wyatt:
I want MOM!

Me:
Jesus. Chill out.

Wyatt:
Listen, dude. You know me, right?

Me:
Sure.

Wyatt:
So, you know I haven’t even begun to freak out.

Me:
Yeah.

Wyatt:
At a time when I should be winding down, you’re winding me up.

Me:
I’m not winding you up. This is your trip, buddy.

Wyatt:
You’re not considering the outcome. This is going to get bad. Real bad.

Me:
Actually, I have considered it. If you freak out for a while, you’ll be so wiped out, you’ll fall asleep right away instead of fussing like you usually do.

Boone:
He’s got you there, bro.

Wyatt:
Mom wouldn’t do this.

Me:
You’re probably right. Now, why don’t you drink some of your bottle.

Notes

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