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Instead of heading to the nearby convenience store or Hispanic supermarket, you make an unexpected turn towards the much more distant Walmart. As you pull into the Walmart parking lot, you share a glance with Walt Jr., who seems intrigued by the sudden detour. You help your boy out of the car, and the two of you enter the store.
In the celebrations section of the store, you spot some vibrant birthday hats. Without a second thought, you grab two, a gleeful smile forming on your face. Walt Jr. looks at you with a mix of surprise and amusement as you place a hat on your head, urging him to do the same.
"Come on." You nudge the hat closer to him.
"Dad, it's... so lame."
"Hey, it's <span class="mu-i">my</span> birthday. It's just a stupid hat!" you exclaim, smiling. The unexpected joy in your eyes brings a smile to his face. He grabs a hat and hesitantly puts it on.
"Happy?" He says, sighing exaggeratedly. You grin.
"Very." With your newly adorned birthday hats, you lead Walt Jr. to the snack aisle. The four pack of Jr. Dippers catch your eye, and you decide that a simple, yet satisfying treat is just what this day needs. You grab the packs, and together, you and Walt Jr. indulge in the cheesy goodness of the cheap, crunchy bread sticks and sauce.
You check out all the items, coming out at a solid $6.14. Finances aren't exactly solid right now, but this moment of father-son bonding was worth it, you think.
What will you do now?
>DRIVE TO J.P. WYNNE HIGH. If you head now, you could probably make it 30 minutes late.
>DO SOMETHING ELSE. You're already going to be late. Might as well miss work. (Write-In)
