Is it possible for my kid to already hate me? I have been a pretty good dad in the first couple of years… at least I think I have been. For some reason, Cason seems to be willing to do everything he can to get away from me. I thought this was supposed to happen later in life. For example, do you remember the first time you ran away from home? I do. I was five or six years old, and threw a temper tantrum because I didn’t want to take a bath. So I told my mom I was going to run away. She let me. She told me to go ahead, but that life was not going to be easy. I didn’t care. I still packed up my stuff, like a the runaways I had seen in the movies, and I was about to walk out. My mom stopped me and said, “all that stuff you are taking are things WE bought… so you can’t take it.” I said fine. Threw the makeshift bag down, and proceeded to walk towards the door. She stopped me again and said, “the clothes you are wearing are also ours. We bought them.” I called her bluff, and got my lil 6 year old butt naked. I slowly started walking towards the door again. I figured she would stop me. She didn’t. I grabbed the door handle and said I was leaving, and she looked at me and said, “be careful out there.” I opened the door… slowly… and waited for her to stop me. Nothing. I walked out of the door, and she shut it and locked it on me. There I was, naked, on outside the front door, and I was flabbergasted. I am not about to go out, in the mean streets of Mexico City, naked, with no money. I had a lil bit of sense at that age. I knocked on the door, and walked my butt to my now almost cold bath, and never did that again.
What stopped me? The fact that I had nothing. I was naked. Well, what if that doesn’t scare Cason. Today I was changing his diaper, and he wanted to run around naked. I guess that is a normal thing at this age. He’s almost two. Kinsey got home from the store as I was trying to put his diaper on, but she needed help. So I let him run around naked while I unloaded the car with her. Next thing I know, as I am walking back towards the front door, I catch a glimpse of a white little butt, running across our front yard, towards our neighbors front yard. That lil white butt belonged to Cason. I called his name, and he started screaming and running faster. So, I dropped my bags, and chased after him. A lady was walking her dog with her daughter. I caught Cason cause I run like a deer, and he only runs like a baby deer… fresh out of the womb, who drank some sort of fermented liquid, causing him to act drunk. He was screaming, crying, he wanted to run free. The lady’s daughter was staring hard, and asked her mom, “where is he taking that naked baby?” The mom told her that I was probably taking him home, and the little girl said, “he should take him to the mall and buy him clothes.” Thanks, little girl. Thanks.
Cason’s first prison break was a failure. It also cost me three eggs, because I did not drop the bags gently enough, and it cost me judgement form a little girl. Good times.