Romantic

“Daddy, what does 'rosmantic' mean?” Lily suddenly asked, her face scrunched up in deep thought.

“It’s ‘ro-man-tic,’” Jack corrected her with a slight emphasis on each syllable. “And you don’t need to know what it means, Lily. You’re still too young.”

Micheal burst out laughing, a sound that was rare to outsiders. “And you’re old?” he teased, raising an eyebrow at his son.

“Daddy, tell me!” Lily insisted, her voice taking on a playful, exaggerated whine. She was now more curious than ever after Jack’s refusal.

“I said no,” Jack repeated, more firmly this time.

Micheal shook his head with a smile. “Jack, you should know better. Where did you even learn that word?” he asked.

“I Googled it,” Jack replied innocently.

“Googled it? What are you, twelve years old?” Micheal asked, incredulous.

“I’m four years old,” Jack corrected.

“Almost four, Jack,” Micheal chuckled.

“Daddyyy!” Lily pouted, her curiosity now at its peak.

“No, Lily. You’re a girl, and you’re still too young,” Jack insisted,