“Did I ever tell you how I met your mother?”, Oscar asked his son Timmy while walking home from the park at three O’clock on a Saturday.
“No Dad, you never did tell me,” Timmy replied, actually interested for once in something his father was saying.

“Well, the year was 1995, the place, Philadelphia Pennsylvania, your mother, well she wasn’t your mother then, well she bumped into me at a Halloween party, I was Dracula, she was a witch, she cursed me out like a sailor on leave,” Timmy’s dad laughed remembering the scene.

Timmy laughed too, trying to picture his mom swearing.
“Well, I asked her out, amazingly she accepted and the rest as they say is history,” Oscar said with a smile.

“Dad, do you think I will ever meet someone like you did?,” Timmy asked innocently.

A cute blonde haired girl, with a Road Runner decal on her backpack, shyly walked past, “Hi Timmy,” she said and blushed.
“Hey there Delilah,” Timmy replied with a small smile on his face.
His Dad couldn’t help but smile too.