Fake Hearts On Ice
Was it not funny?
“Did you… Just make a Dad joke?” she muffled, this time, she turned to me, eyes wet, lips curled like she was holding back a smile, brows arched together, a little light confusion followed.
Yes!
“Uhm… I think.” I said.
“It’s horrible,” she grumbled.
“What?” I feign ignorance… of course it’s horrible. I can’t believe I am doing this. “I have another one… wanna hear?”
She slammed her eyes shut and nodded, “What did the blanket say when it fell on the bed?” I asked.