To break the awkwardness, I thought it best to take the kid to one of the city’s most exciting and adventurous places. On the outskirts of the city, heading south and into Washington County, sat Mazeworld. Mazeworld covered seventy-two acres of mazes inside woods, walls built from bales of hay, bull rope, and wooden planks. Eight mazes with various levels of difficulty could occupy us for two hours or more. And once we were done there, I drove him to Landendale’s Ice Cream Shop where we sat across from each other at a round table and licked away double-dipped-chocolate ice cream cones with extra sprinkles.
“You kiss my dad, don’t you?” Colby asked, his face covered in chocolate ice cream.
I didn’t lie, but could have. What was the point? “Only when he wants me to.”
“Do you like to kiss my dad?”