Friday my dad explained the park where the boys would be playing their soccer games at. Though I grew up here, I didn’t explore the city much until now that I’m older with a family. My dad was a police officer for 30 years. He knows the city like the back of his hands. As it so happens, the park was in one of his old beats. He explained it would take me only 20 minutes to get there, but my dad has some super power of bending space and time because he can get anywhere in the city within 20 minutes. It’s just not possible for ordinary humans.
My dad turned to Tornado E and rubbed his head. “Sorry, little guy, but there isn’t a snack bar.”
Tornado E moaned.
We finally made it to the park, just 5 minutes late. God, I hate being late.
Tornado E: Mommy! Can we get something at the snack bar?
Me: No. You heard what Papi said. They don’t have a snack bar here.
Tornado E: But you taught me never to believe Papi.
Uh. Yes. Yes, I did. To help you learn that Papi jokes, teases, tells stories, lies all to catch you up. It’s in his blood, like it is in ours, little dude.
Me: Yes. I should amend that. Believe Papi half the time. When it comes to our city, believe him.
Maybe. Sort of. He’ll make up stories about places.
Me: When he’s giving your directions and describing the area, believe him. He was a cop for 30 years. He won’t steer you wrong on that stuff.
Other stuff? Yes, most definitely.