Strolling at the Mall

Fadz POV

“Boss, we can’t be doing this,” I tried to coax the three-year-old toddler. “If your grandparents find out we did not go straight home without their consent, I might lose my job. Please….?”

“We are just going to stroll for a little while before heading home. Everybody isn’t there anyway, so what’s wrong with me having a good time myself?” the boy answered indignantly.

I sighed.

This boy is only three years old, but he can express himself well, although some of his words would still sound cute due to slight difficulty in pronouncing a few letters of the alphabet.

“May I remind you that I am turning four in less than a hundred days,” the boy said with pride.

I almost choke at his words.

‘How did he know what I was thinking?’

“It’s written all over your face,” the boy answered.

My jaw dropped.

‘Oh. My. God!’

“Anyway, let’s go,” Mac Parker said decisively.

He sounded like he would jump off the vehicle anytime soon, so I hurriedly stepped out of the driver's seat to make su