Worst Dad Ever

So this last weekend, the Hawkman family came to town. We met them at Buffalo Wild Wings and then did a little Kohl’s shopping. The addition of the Hawkman family brought our child total to about 50. We split up in the store and I am assigned one kid. One. Well I proceeded to lose him within 10 minutes. I searched, I called for him but nothing. I have to traipse across the store to tell the wife that I have lost our child. When we get back to the scene of the crime, he is hiding in a rack surrounded by women. I was then assigned zero children for the rest of our shopping adventure.

When I say that the Hawkman family was in town, it is not exactly true. Hawkman and his children were there but his old lady and mine were both AWOL all weekend. Their excuse was some conference or another. Regardless, they were not around. They got to miss the thunderstorm at bedtime, the early morning wakeup call from the young children. They just chilled in a hotel and spent money we don’t have. Not that there is anything wrong with it.

They also missed Hawkman losing to me at darts. And they also missed Hawkman slamming some brews and getting all crazy. Oh wait, those things never happened. The Hawkman played a little Wii when he got there and then whined about a sore shoulder, a headache, irritable bowel syndrome, you name it. He was super fun all weekend.

Tennis continued on Tuesday. Mini Les came back to play again for the first time since I abruptly ended his season last year with a dismantling. At least he didn’t hold a grudge. He came out rusty and I jumped on him 2-0. He somehow managed to shake the cobwebs loose and crushed me 6-2. Mini Lumpy also made his first appearance of the season. He might just be the man to beat this season. He put the beat down on the Redneck and then on Mini Les. Sandwich Artist also came out but posted no wins. But at least he didn’t ninja kick my hand.