(Five Year Old Jake)
Jason is the best.
He carries me in his arms as we walk into Olive Garden.
Yes, Olives and Garden. I don't like the name either. It has olives and garden, which means everything here is probably just vegetables from the garden. But Jason said their food is really really good, and we can have dessert after, so I decide to trust him this once.
But I feel so tall. Really, really tall when he carries me. Like I'm a giant or a superhero or King Kong.
Even the lady at the front desk has to look up—not down—to see me way up here.
Bad dad isn't this tall.
Hehe. I bet bad dad isn't even as tall as me right now.
I wrap my arms around Jason's neck, puffing out my chest, because that's what men with shiny shoes do to make everyone get quiet and small and cower in the cor
