Once we got back, I introduced GA-Omicron to my workforce.
I had to be snappy because they’re going to want to know his name.
“Hello, everyone. Even though this isn’t Take Your Kid to Work Day, I thought I would show you my son.”
“Wow, he looks just like his dad.” Was something my employees said more or less.
“What’s his name?” Another employee asked.
I knew they were onto something.
“His name is also Garth, but you can call him Junior if you like.”
GA-Omicron looked up and raised his eyebrow. “Junior? Really…” He whispered before I nudged him. “Yeah, I’m Garth Almassy , Jr. I know it’s hard to keep track of two Garths in the same room.”
That’s my boy.
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