LOVE EVIDENTLY. EVENTUALLY. SERIOUSLY?

A man is sleeping on the couch. A little boy, sitting on the floor beside him, takes his little fingers slowly to the man’s face. Poking his fingers, he opens the man’s left eye.

The man feels the finger on his eye and smiles.

“Dada, you awake. Good.”

“Hum?” The man moans. Then he yawns. And closes his eyes again.

A couple of small fingers go and open one green eye again. 

“Dada, can we have a flamingo?”

 “Hum? Wha?”

 “I want flamingo. Can we have one?”

“A flamingo pj?.”

Two up front teeth have fallen from the little boy’s giggly mouth.

"No. A flamingo."

"You mean a real flamingo?"

“Ye dada. I wanna flamingo."

"When?"

"Now, oviously.”

“Now? You want a famingo now? At 7.09pm? Are you pregnant?"

Dada puts his arms around the littleboy and pulls him up. The little boy jumps to his daddy’s arms. He lays his head on his chest and daddy holds him close.

“ PJ no, dada. A flamingo.”

“How about a tie with flamingos?

“A tie? What a tie?

“You’re so lucky you don’t have to know what THAT is!”

Daddy grabs something from the floor.

“Ta-ta-ra-raaaaaa! Presenting: a tie. Tie meet Connor. Connor meet tie.”

Dada shakes tie and speaks with a squeaky voice: 
“Yooooo C. What’s tieing?”