Memoirs of a Single Mom (Part 4)

Him - Mommy, why do I always have to go play at Daddy's house?
Me - Because daddy wants to play with you and spend time with you sometimes, too.
Him - But I like it here better. That's not fair.

Him - Mommy, why does Daddy always bring over play-dates? I don't like them. They treat me like a baby, but I'm a big boy now, right?
Me - Yes, you are a big boy now. But sometimes when you go to bed, daddy still has time to play with his play-dates.
Him - That's just cuz he doesn't play with me...
Me - What do you mean?
Him - When I go to Daddy's for a sleepover, he just makes me watch the guys with the funny hats that cover their faces play catch.
Me - Football?
Him - Yeah, football. And then when they don't do good, Daddy gets mad and makes me go to bed early. Then I get woke up by him wrestling with his play-date in Daddy's room.
Me - Well maybe that's just how daddy likes to play.
Him - But it's not fair.

Him - Mommy, I don't want to go to Friendly's with Daddy.
Me - Why not? You love Friendly's.
Him - Not with Daddy. He never lets me get anything I want cuz it's too much.
Me - Maybe this time if you behave and ask really nicely, he'll let you get what you want, okay?
Him - Fine...but can we play a game when I get home, pleeeease?
Me - If it's not too late and you get your PJs on fast enough, you can pick out a game to play.Whatever you want.
Him - That's why I like it here better. Daddy doesn't play anything fair.

Him - But Daddy, I want to stay here!
him - Why don't you want to come with me? I bought ice cream and chicken nuggets and recorded the game for tonight.
Him - Because you don't play with me. You're no fun.
him - Oh...
Me - Well then, I guess you have more fun at home in store for you and your "play-date", don't you?
him - I guess I'll get going then. Bye.
Me - Bubye, now.
(I watch him leave. he opens the car door and the short burst of light reveals yet another girl...but this is the one that I of all people should recognize.)