"I can kick it further than you, Dad," I scream as I race towards the ball. Like every Saturday morning, Dad took me to the park this morning so we could play soccer. He kicked the ball very far away from me. It's further than I can kick it, but sssh don't tell him.
"I don't think so, Chris," Dad says with a laugh as he runs beside me. "I'm going to get it first!"
"No! No, you're not. I a-" Omph. I slip on the grass and land face first on the wet grass. "Ow! Dad!"
Dad runs over to me and picks me up. He kisses the owwie on my hand when I show it to him. "All better, baby boy."
"I'm not a baby, Dad," I tell him. I hate when he calls me a baby. "I'm four. I'm a big boy."
"You're my baby, Chris. You always will be. Even when you're the same age as I am now."
"Even when I'm a hundred?" I ask
"Yes, baby," he says with a laugh as he ruffles my hair. "Even when you're a hundred."
I smile up at him before wrapping my arms around his neck. "Love you, Daddy."
"I love you too, son."
"John, how's it going?" I hear a man say from behind Dad.
Dad turns to face him, a smile on his face. "Tom, how are you?"
"Not too bad. We're just out playing soccer. Aren't we David?" A small boy peeks his head out from behind his Dad's legs. He peeks up at me before ducking behind his Dad once more.
Dad sets me down and I make my way over towards David. I bet I can kick the ball further than him. He's so small. He's only a baby.
"Hi there, buddy," Tom says to me.
"Hi," I reply, not taking my eyes off the blonde haired boy that is now peeking out at me again.
"What's your name, pal?"
"I'm Chris." I glance up at him before returning my gaze to David. "Why is he hiding?"
Dad chuckles behind me. "He's shy Chris. Maybe he might want to play football with you."
"He's only a baby though. He's probably not very good," I pout looking back at Dad.
"I'm not a baby." I whirl back around at the sound of an angry voice beside me.
"Oh, really? How old is you then?"
"I is this many," he answers proudly, holding up three fingers.
"Do you want to play with Chris, David?" His Dad asks.
David looks up at Tom and nods his head. "You'll have to let go of my trousers then, squirt."
I see Dad kicking the ball from the corner of my eye and I race after it. I can hear David not far behind me but I slow down and let him catch up with me. He is a baby after all.
"You're not allowed up here. This is a boys only secret hideout," I tell Emma, my next door neighbour. She's always following me and David up here. "Isn't that right, David?"
"Yeah," he says, his hands on his hips as he looks down at the curly haired girl who is halfway up the ladder. "This is a no girls allowed tree house, so stay out!"
Emma's eyes fill with tears as she climbs back down the ladder. "I'm telling my Mommy on you! You're being mean!"
"I don't care!" I shout back at her. "Girl's have cooties and we don't want them so stay away."
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