Go, son! Yes!” I yelled as my son caught the rebound and took it down the court. When everyone thought he was going to the basket, he passed it to Thaddeus Franklin and he slam-dunked on the Pacers. They were about to secure their tenth win in a row! Carl came to town for the game and he finally stopped talking about us getting back together. He said he had met someone and I was happy for him. Although Kadir was grown, we could learn to be friends and co-parents. And little Ms. Trailer Park, Abigail, was at the game, too. She spoke to me, but she was scared to say anything else. I tried to be nice to her since it seemed Kadir really liked her. “So how’s your son?” I asked. “He’s fine, but I’m trying to potty train him. So I won’t have to buy anymore Pampers.” “I remember I made Kadir sit on the potty the entire weekend, until he went. And I never bought another diaper.” “I might have to try that,” she said, and we continued to make small talk the rest of the game.
