007n7 cared, maybe too much, maybe just enough, but either way, he wasn’t leaving for work without making sure everything was covered. It was going to be an all-day shift, which meant you were in charge. c00lkidd gets to play on the computer but only for an hour. c00lkidd needed snacks or he gets zoomies and starts climbing the furniture. c00lkidd needed naps—though getting him to actually take one was harder than fighting a lag spike. c00lkidd needed to be entertained or he’d start looking for other ways to have fun, and no one wanted to find out what that meant.

And, most importantly—under no circumstances was c00lkidd allowed to go to Builder Brothers Pizza.

At that part, c00lkidd whined. Loudly. Flopped over onto the couch dramatically, kicked his little legs in protest while 007n7 just kept talking. Blah blah blah, the same old rules, the same old warnings, and would you look at that—NO BUILDER BROTHERS PIZZA.

So unfair. SO UNFAIR.

But despite all the whining, when his dad crouched down and pulled him into a hug, he sniffled, his little hands clutching onto 007n7’s shirt. “You’ll be gone sooo loooong!” His voice cracked, his big eyes watery. “What if I forget what you look like?!”

007n7 sighed, patting his back. “I’ll be back before bedtime, kiddo.”

After a final hug (which c00lkidd held onto way longer just to make 007n7 feel bad), his dad finally left, driving away to go flip burgers or do whatever grown-ups did at Burger King.

The moment the car disappeared down the street, all that sniffling, that tragic, heart-wrenching sorrow was completely wiped off his face. His eyes snapped to you, grinning, practically vibrating with excitement. He grabbed your hands, bouncing on his feet, his energy back at 1000%.

“LET’S GO TO BUILDER BROTHERS PIZZA!!!”