Hound
We sit down to dinner. It's odd, we're like a little family. I guess you might be wondering what I thought about during that walk.
Well...I guess.
"Dad?"
I look at Balfey. "Yeah?"
That gets easier every time. Dad. I am a dad. Isn't that weird?
"Can we go out? I want to see a dinosaur."
I frown, taking a bite of the dumplings. "Uh...kid. I don't know if you know this but dinosaurs are extinct."
He rolls his eyes. "I know. There's an exhibit at the museum. I saw it on TV!"
Our TV does something other than Netflix?
"Oh...well...I mean,"
how does this work? Do I say ask your mother or something? I dunno.
"Wendy, do you want to go? Do you think you can?"
She shrugged. "I guess. I don't mind. It'd be good to get out of the house."
"When is this thing Balfey?"
"Tomorrow," he
