Scars of the Past

Chapter Thirty-Seven: Sean Conlon

Heyyyyy, sorry I died. I've been working on my first ever book, like a real book. Hopefully, I'll be able to publish it in the next few years. I'm working on the draft right now but I have a general idea of where it's going. I'm really excited about it but it's kinda been the main thing on my mind lately. Hopefully, I'll update this a tad bit more frequently. It is reaching an end soon though. I'm grateful for all of you following the journey. 

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          Zeke hangs out with Elliott a lot so when he found a cheap car seat at a garage sale a while back, he quickly snatched it up. Definitely made picking Eli up today much easier.

          "We get to ride in the truck?!" Elliott asks, smiling.

          "We sure do, bud," Zeke grins. He picks Elliott up and puts him in the car.

         I still can't believe that little guy is my kid. I can't believe I have a kid in the first place. I still feel like a three-year-old myself.

        He quickly buckles Elliott up and then gets in the front seat.

        He smiles over at me before buckling and turning back so he can back out of the driveway. 

       "How's school been, buddy?" I ask as we pull out onto the road. 

        "Boring!" Elliott whines. "They're making me count with little duckies! I wanna play with the duckies, not count." 

       "Well, maybe the duckies need to be counted so they can go on their adventure?" I suggest. 

        "Why would we need to count them?" he asks, his eyebrows furrowed. 

        "No ducky left behind," I say, smiling. "What if baby duck gets lost? That wouldn't be good." 

        Elliott shrugs, "I guess. But our teacher doesn't let us play with them after. She makes us take a nap. It's not fun." 

        "Naps can be fun," Zeke says, smiling and glancing in the rear mirror back at him. 

        Elliott shakes his head. "I think you're crazy." 

        "Agreed," I say, looking over at Zeke. 

      He laughs. "I guess so." 

        "We play fun games outside though," Elliott smiles brightly. 

       "Like what?" 

       "The dinosaur game!" he says, flailing his arms. 

        I laugh. "How do you play the dinosaur game?" 

        "Everybody pretends to be a dinosaur and plays tag. When you tag someone you rawr and have to run after them like a dinosaur!" 

        "What dinosaur are you?" 

       "I like the pteromadactyl," Elliott says, slowing down as the says the dinosaur's name. He still messes the word up but it's cute to see how determined he is to get it. 

       "Those dinosaurs are the coolest!" 

        Elliott nods, happily. "What's your favorite uncle Spottie?" 

        "Probably a T-Rex," I smile. 

        It's weird to hear your own kid call you Uncle but I don't know how I would feel if I didn't hear the little guy calling me Spottie. 

       "Tiny arms for a tiny guy," Zeke teases, grinning over at me. 

      I nudge his arm, laughing, "Shut up."