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"Ugh, that's my Dad"

So there I am, waiting in the cafeteria for Reagan and two friends to take them to church after school. Reagan is doing some bible explorers (I am good with it) class every monday. So fine, it was explained to me that I take these three kids and drop them off. Cool.

What was not explained to me is the cold awakening that I just become an uncool, unwanted parent, just like my Dad used to be (he is cool now). Reagan gave me the cold shoulder, which is odd as usually she is clingy, huggy and just wont stop with the affection. Nope, she wanted to be cool with her friends (though her friends say hi to me with no problems). Great. I get the casual hello, like you would give to a doorman or perhaps a supermarket check out weirdo...

So, we enter yet another stage much earlier than I expected. Boy is growing up tough. For me that is...

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