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“Papa, no!”

“You have to wear a hat, Dillon.”

Dil pouted but let his father put the red wool hat on his head for their excursion into the back garden. Phil tied the strings under Dil’s chin, firmly securing the hat on his son’s head. 

“And don’t take it off,” Phil warned. Dil hated wearing hats and gloves and pretty much anything invented to keep him from catching cold. Dan often joked that they’d have to move to Florida to keep Dil happy. Dil had firmly told him he was English and staying that way. 

Phil put on his own autumn gear then opened the back door of their home. Dan was outside, raking the dry leaves into massive piles. 

“Ready?” Dan asked Dil who stared at the leaves with wonder. He nodded, practically shaking with excitement. Dan took his hand, Phil took Dil’s other hand and, together, all three ran and jumped into the color mound of leaves. 

“Again!” Dil shouted. The six year old ran back to the patio and sprinted into the leaves again. 

“Hey Phil.”

“Hmm?”

Dan threw a whole collection upon Phil’s head, catching him by surprise. Dil giggled until Phil did the same to him. Then it was Dan’s turn to laugh hysterically. Dil and Phil made eye contact, formulating a silent plan. 

“Three, two, one!” Phil shouted. Both he and his son threw massive amounts of leaves on Dan, burying the man. 

Of course!

Your trivia prize:

Dillon hadn’t put the camera down since he opened the box on Christmas morning. “I’m going to make a video!” he exclaimed in awe. The seven year old wanted so much to be just like his fathers. 

Everywhere he went, Dil brought the camera. He documented Dan driving him to school and his sister, Winnie, singing into her bright pink microphone. He had even captured Phil shaving in the morning and the aftermath. 

“Daddy, how do you make videos good?” he asked, camera ready and filming. Dan turned away from the computer screen and smiled when he saw Dil’s focus on his camera’s viewfinder.

“I would say that you should film what you love or what you like to do.”

“Is that why you always like talking and talking in your videos?” the boy asked innocently. Dan rolled his eyes. “I enjoy communicating with my audience.”

“Oh.”

Without further conversation, Dil walked out of the office to find his inspiration. 

A few days later, he had everything sorted. He sat down with Phil at the computer so that his father could help him edit all the footage. Before long, the video was ready for publishing. 

Generic blogger music played on the television and the words: Dil’s Family, came on the screen. The video was about five minutes of different clips featuring a different person in the family, including their puppy Franny. 

At the end, Dan said, “That was so good, Dil. You should become a Youtuber like us,” which made Dil smile from ear to ear. “What made you choose to film everyone else in the house? You were barely in it.”

no way man i love that 

that's literally what i'm here for

so you can reblog things

funny how they’re all about running. not that i’m complaining don’t worry! \(^o^)/

but like asthma can be triggered by other things like smoke, cold air and chemistry stuff etc ^^

there’s endless opportunities