Around The Inflatable

this is a new blog i have started. i am chris. hi.
this is going to contain bits of writing and also pictures i have drawn and maybe at some point music i have made (though i am happy to keep that seperate and over here for now.)

this is a little piece I wrote 6 years ago. it remains unfinished.

"That's my new dad", said the little boy.
I was unsure what to say to this little boy (he was little, I checked his height prior to his entry to the area surrounding The Inflatable. He came in at 90 centimeters approx.), sure I'd had a summer of nothing but little boys and girls, running around enjoying themselves and such, but this little boy felt the need to approach me, nobody else, just me, whilst I was waiting for The Inflatable to become deflatable, and tell me "That's my new dad, not my old dad. He died when he was 17 on a motorbike." Erm... Is this a test? Is The Company watching me? Is the guy in the bear costume really a spy-disguised-as-a-childrens-entertainer sent to check that I can handle all manners of children related issues?
GOD KNOWS.
In response to the little boys comment I simply reply "that's sad, man."
(Am I a stupid stupid person?)
The little boy looks up at me and says "yes I know it's sad."