Pitts:
"Dad! Dad! Daaad!"
I come running into the kitchen, "Yes Nash?"
"Wanna play with me?"
I smile down at the innocence of my son.
"Wanna go to the park?"
"Park! Yes, park!" Nash chanted loudly.
"Meet me by the door." I said.
"Okay!" Nash runs off to the door.
Sliding into my shoes I meet Nash by the door.
"Whose ready to go to the park with me? Anyone?"
"Me! Dad, choose me!"
"Oh! Nash, you want to go?"
"Please!" Nash begged.
He dragged out the please.
I laughed.
"Looks like you really want to go with me Nash."
I take a hold of his little hand, off we go to the park!
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Walking to the park I feel Nash swinging his arm that is connected to mine.
"Dad?"
"Nash?"
"Will you push me, please?"
"High as you want." I confirmed.
"Swings!" Nash chirped.
"Looks like you are excited."
"It is swings! How can you not be excited!"
I smiled at the cuteness of my son.
"We are here."
Nash lets go of my hand and runs the distance.
I jog over next to Nash.
He pointed at the swing, "Need help buddy?"
He nodded.
I set him up.
'Push! Push!" Nash demanded.
"Hold on Nash." I said.
"Holding on." Nash replied.
With the tips of my fingers I begin to push Nash.
His squeals could be heard everywhere.
I smile a push once more.
"Dad?" Nash said.
"Hmh?"
"Can we play something else?"
"What do you want Nash?"
"Can we play tag?"
"If you want." I say.
"Get me down then! Down!" Nash demanded.
I get him down.
"Tag, you're it!"
Nash then began to run away.
I begin to slowly chase Nash around the playground.
"Get me!" Nash cheered.
"I will get you, Nash, I definitely will."
Nash squealed and continued to chase him; I grabbed Nash around the waist.
"Haha, I got you!"
Nash squealed more.
"Dad you are good at playing tag!" Nash praised me.
"Because I watch you play tag!"

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