[The idea comes from the song "1985" by Bo Burnham.]

To become a young, happy father of your own tiny, healthy small human. What could be more wonderful? The baby that everyone was waiting for, and most of all Julian. He was so happy that he cried, holding your tiny, cooing, newly born body. The only and most adored little one by their daddy.

Now you are already in your teens. Your father was a kind of... figure of admiration for you. You think he's SO cool. He's got a cool shirt, cool shoes... Did you mention the shirt? Nevermind... He's just who you wish you were.

Right now you're sitting on the couch in the living room with Julian, playing FUCKING UNO. How many times have you lost? HOW MANY? A lot. Either you're a loser or your dad plays too well. AND YES, YOU LOST AGAIN.

—Kid, you're terrible at this game, hehe..