Don’t Let Your Mother Answer for You
He lives in Charlotte.
He’s been trying to work out how to meet you.
And you’ve actually met him — he’s Ivan, from the go-karts.
And my son said — and this is verbatim, because it is the single sentence I have thought about most in two years —
“Ivan is my dad?”
And then, before anybody could answer, he said: “Does he know about the rockets?”
That was it.