Worlds are Colliding

So, there he sits, on the bench at the kitchen table, the omnipresent Coke (no ice) by his side, fully submerged in the four-color fantasy world of the modern day comic book fanboy. Notice how his gaze is transfixed, his concentration unwavering, as he soaks in every last nuanced detail on the printed page before him. Happy was he, sitting comfortably, reading his comics, and sipping on the sugary-sweet nectar by his side.

On this day, his solitude was interrupted by a wee lass, approximately sixteen months of age and apparently well-rested from her afternoon nap, whose vociferous and persistent demand of “Sit!”, as she pointed to the empty chair across from him, wouldn’t be denied. Mere seconds after she was seated, the wee one asked for, and was provided with, several books of her own to peruse at her leisure.

After a short time, snacks of the chocolate teddy graham variety were provided for them to eat as they finished up their reading for the time being. When all was said and done, despite his belief that the capacity for loving his daughter had reached its maximum density, he discovered that it had grown tenfold that day.

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