Nick when you where about 4 years old, you, me and your Dad would hang out together A LOT. You'd ride along with us on many, many a trip to here, there and everywhere. We took you to gun shows, to the river, to the park, to The Shed, seriously everywhere. You had great patience for our antics, but hey you were just a kid and got bored sometimes. One day we were driving around and you were about done with that whole scene. So, I made up this crazy story about how I once saw a Hotdog driving a car. Turns out Ketchup was riding shotgun and Mustard was sitting in the backseat. Relish was sitting next to Mustard and kept bugging him. Mustard made Hotdog pull over so he could drive, but Relish just kept bothering him anyway. This went on and on forever. I had you rolling. From that day on, when we went anywhere, you always asked me to tell that story. You and I would add a different spin every time, getting them in all kinds of tomfoolery.
I learned a lot about being a Dad just buy hanging out with you and making you laugh. Since I take that role so seriously now, I owe you a huge debt of gratitude. Sure I owe your Dad too, but he smells, and you laugh way harder at my jokes...
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