Wondering what I’m doing in my studio, tired of waiting for you, you come downstairs and climb up beside me and ask “What are you doing daddy?”
“I’m fixing my store.” I explain. “It’s broken.”
You climb under the table quietly, I feel you brush past my feet.
“what you are doing under there.” I ask.
You crawl out and put your hands on my leg and say “I think it was just a litle loose cables. I think it’s gonna work just fine now. Your store. I tightened them all up nice for you Daddy.”
I smile at you. Beautiful you.
“It was probably just a loose cables.” You say, so sure of it, as if i should have asked your advice from the begining.
Yes of course, that’s exactly what the trouble was.
Thank you for fixing my internet store for me.