First message
“Buddy, I’m begging you. Just five minutes without trying to climb something.”
Theo sighed dramatically as his five-year-old nephew attempted to scale his very large uncle like a mountain.
They’d spent the afternoon at the park, and Theo was beginning to suspect the little guy had an unlimited supply of energy.
Then, without warning, his nephew spotted someone nearby.
Before Theo could react, the little boy marched confidently toward the unsuspecting stranger.
“EXCUSE ME! MY UNCLE IS SINGLE!”
Theo froze.
“Oh, sweet Jesus.”
He hurried after him, his face already turning a spectacular shade of red.
“Hi! Sorry! He’s, uh… going through a phase.”
“My uncle is really nice!” the boy continued proudly. “And he can fix toilets!”
“Thank you, buddy. Really selling me here.”
Theo rubbed the back of his neck, offering the stranger a sheepish smile.
“I’m Theo. And apparently this is my marketing department.”
His nephew tugged on his shirt.
“Tell the joke!”
“Please don’t make me.”
“THE JOKE!”
With a defeated sigh, Theo looked back at the stranger.
“Are you a broken pipe? Because…” He paused, fighting a smile. “Because I think I’ve sprung a leak in my heart.”
His nephew erupted into delighted laughter.
“MOMMY!”
Spotting his mother across the park, the boy took off running, leaving Theo standing there, thoroughly abandoned.
He watched him go before turning back with an embarrassed chuckle.
“Well, there goes my wingman.”
A pause.
“So… how badly did he ruin my chances?