Father’s Day

“Grandaaaaad”

I chase Ren around with a car in hand. He isn’t interested.

He settles by the car station in his grand parent’s lounge.

I pluck up some enthusiasm and walk over with a shiny red car.

“No. Grand. Daaaaaaaaaad”

I retreat to the kitchen to make a cup of tea.

Apparently I’ve been fired. On Father’s day.

At least the severance package includes biscuits.