With Charlene out at a meeting, I decided to head out for a late breakfast with our three boys.  One of my favorite things, playfully adventuring out with my kids.  Enjoying life, spending carefree time with them.  Their complete faith that I will only lead them to fun.  My boys supplying me with joy.  The perfect give and take.

Finishing breakfast, I spied a tiny independent coffee shop across the street.  The perfect detour on our excursion.

Crossing the street, I chatted with my boys.  Not worried too much about anything at all, we ventured on.  I reached out and opened the door to the coffee shop.  Together, we stepped in.  One problem, the door I had opened led to the stairs of an apartment.  I was momentarily stunned.  My boys looked momentarily shocked.

Stepping backwards, I looked at the apartment door somewhat confused.  My boys looked to the right and with giggles all around, they pointed out the coffee shop door, which happened to have a sign for the coffee shop directly above it.  Well, that makes sense.

That’s when I realized, in one split second I had gone from a loving father to a creepy dude opening random apartment doors.  Ugh, how quickly life can turn.

Don’t worry, I’m not a creepy dude or a creepy clown, but I must say that my creepy clown costume is a winner, as well as a Joker.