Most nights, I consider myself a sensible being. Other nights, Pokemon GO tells me if I walk 3 more kilometers at 11:00 on a Sunday night, I’ll get some undetermined special prize.
Dot: Heeeeeeeeey Dad whatcha doin?
Me: Going on a walk, son. You don’t have to come with- I know you don’t like to leave this block.
Dot: NO WAY MAN
Dot: I’M A CRAAAAZY KAT
Dot: We’re going on an adventure, BITCH.
Me: Why would you call me a bit… whatever. Just don’t get yourself hurt in some back alley, okay?
Dot: YOU GOT IT DUDE
And so we walk. Dot never leaves my side. I’ll stop here and there to catch a Pikachu or whatever, but for the most part, I’m just walk walk walking. At some point, I decide to stop and flip a gym, which takes a couple minutes of active play.
Dot: Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad. I’m boooooooooooooooored
Me, petting Dot on the head: Just give me a minute, I have to crush Team Instinct*.
Dot: Oh shit, look at this!
Just as a car comes barreling down the street at this obscure hour, Dot darts into the road. Driver hits the breaks and stops. I nearly drop my phone in horror.
Dot comes running back to me. Driver and I share a look of relief before Driver continues on their way.
Dot: Hahaha that was close! Did you see that?
Me: YOU IDIOT YOU COULD HAVE GOTTEN YOURSELF KILLED
Me: By god, you’re a fool.
Dot runs back into the street and hides under a car. I turn around and head home.
Dot: We’re still cool, right?
Me: I don’t want you out on the streets tonight. You’re gonna do something stupid.
Dot: Does that mean…?
And so, Dot spent the night with me.
*Team Valor sends its regards.