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Charlie spears a French fry on his fork, holds it aloft. "How do we know," he suddenly demands, "if this fry tastes the same to me as it would to you?" He pops it into his mouth, chews, and swallows - at least Lisa taught him manners - before going on, "I mean, it makes sense. Like, Dad, you love spinach, and I hate it. Maybe we don't have
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*goes to my happy place*
:D
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Have fun in your happy place, where I hope the neighbours are quiet!
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poor Casey. poor, poor Casey.
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Poor Casey. He is sitting there thinking 'Why couldn't he have been a quarterback?'
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And apparently all young children are more sensitive to the taste of bitter than adults, so dark green vegetables really do taste more unpleasant to all of them. Sorry, that was a bit too literal there, but I thought it was interesting)
Back to the point. Lovely drabble, and the rapport between Dan and Charlie is really sweet. (And I loved the bit where he chews and swallows before speaking. Trust Lisa to raise the only teenage boy who DOES. *LOL* That was a lovely touch.)
(Suddenly imagines an AU where Danny has a really repressed, shy, embarrassed son who has a rapport with Casey... That would be interesting. I wonder whether Danny would be as tolerant as Casey is, or whether he would be more angsty about it...)
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When out with his friends, Charlie merely shovels food down his neck as though it were going out of fashion, but he knows better than to do it when his dad's around.
Your A/U begs the question: who's the mother??
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Dana? (A one night drunken stand. Danny has left SN and is off being a novelist...when he discovers the truth...he contacts Casey to try to discover what he knows about it. (Only to find that Cssey is about as helpful as a chocolate teapot...but incredibly jealous)...
The story progresses with the two of them bonding with said sprog...
(Alternatively of course...dun-de-dun...ominous chorus of small choir-boys...it could be MPREG. *ROFL*)
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Over my dead body.
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