These days, this is the pattern of conversation I have with my second son when I get home from work.
When I get home from work,
my second son is engrossed in YouTube..
' Dad, are you back..? '
Only then does he realize that I've gotten off work and answers..
' Dad, are you back..? '
After taking a shower, I say to my son..
' Dad..just want to watch one episode of City Fisherman..'
' Yeah..you can only watch one episode..'
With City Fisherman on, I ask my son..
' Was school fun today..? '
' No..it wasn't fun..too hard..'
' Then..how about life..? '
' ㅋㅋ Still enjoying it..'
' That's good then..'
I often ask him if life is enjoyable..
He doesn't really know what life is yet,
but someday in the distant future, when he looks back on his childhood,
he might understand why I asked that question so often..
The other day, my son turned to me and asked..
' ㅋㅋ Dad, how's your life..? '
After hesitating for a moment..
' Well..it's just okay..'
He ran over to his mother who was doing the dishes and asked..
' Mom, what does 'just okay' mean..? '
' It means it's not good and it's not bad..'
' Ah~~ '
The TV is on, but it seems unusually dark..
I sit down on my knees and..
he starts talking about stories he learned at school..
It's so loud that it feels like blood is coming out of my ears.. I try to respond, then watch TV, then..
I lose my mind..
Since Dad said life is just okay..
it seems like he's trying to make things fun for me.
I wanted to say that I'd enjoy watching the movie more if he left me alone..
but I held back because I didn't want to get kicked again..
