Unbreakable Bond

Following another chaos laden day at the office
involving too many kings and
a lack of servants,
I found some solace
in picking up my boy from his Mother’s place.
We engaged in the typical father / son routine.
Tee-ball, board games and Monday Night Football.

After my three allotted hours with him
I returned the little guy to his Mother.
My keen sense of smell sniffed out a rat
as we approached the always unbolted front door.

It was locked
and I knocked.
She came around the corner
from the bedroom hall.
She let us in.
The Cowboys and the Bears
were visible on the living room television.
She passionately hated football,
Never mind that one is our home team.

Two strikes in ten seconds.
There was a rat in the house.

I mentioned that I had to use the bathroom
and I started walking toward the bedroom.
Plumbing problems
or so she claimed.
I decided not to pursue it
for now.

I had gotten my share of rebound ass
over the past month or two
but for her to have another man in my son’s presence
was a little too soon.

Maybe this one will be different than
the last break-up’s replacement.
Perhaps this one will respect
our father / son bond.