Child's Play

The young boy slowly, experimentally leaned forward, then back again, curiously watching himself on the webcam as he moved about. He moved so close that his eye took up the entire screen and almost turned it black. Then he moved back in order to make himself look smaller.

"What're you doing there Collin?" Asked his father, approaching the boy.
"Just playing around."
"Can I join you?"
"Sure Dad." The boy shrugged. Trying not to let his eagerness show too much, Collin's father dragged a chair over and joined his son experimenting with the webcam.

Collin resumed leaning back and forth, playing with his size on the screen. He only stopped to look at his father, who was pulling goofy faces beside him, though he soon stopped when he felt his son's eyes on him.
"What?" He asked innocently, a pout forming on his face.
"Nothing." Collin said. "You're just funny Dad, that's all." He admitted with a giggle.
"Ah!" His father said triumphantly, flinging a hand in the air. "Your old man's still got it!"

"Hey, I've got an idea." Said Collin's father after a while of playing around.
"What is it?"
"Get out of the way a second."
Obediently, Collin rolled back on his chair, allowing his father to take centre stage. He watched curiously as his father slowly moved his head forward.
Calling his son back, Collin's father hit play on his newly recorded video.
Collin looked back at him, confused. "What's it supposed to be?"
"Here, watch." Collin's father tapped his two fingers on the screen, as if they were the legs of a little person walking across his recorded bald head.
His son burst into laughter, suddenly understanding. "Moonwalking!" He said excitedly.
"One small step for man, one giant leap for fingers." His father declared, making his fingers 'jump' off the screen, eliciting another burst of laughter from Collin.
"Can I try?" He asked eagerly. His father nodded and rolled out of the way. He watched as Collin moved his fingers forward, the way he'd done. A smile escaped his lips when his son started sliding his fingers backwards.
"Just like MJ!" Collin said proudly, smiling.


Paula-Rose couldn't help but laugh at her husband and son's playful antics. The saying was as true as ever with them. Like Father, Like Son, although in this case, it could have been switched around. Duncan had always been a big kid, the very reason she thought him such a great dad to their son.

She jumped when they turned around, having been lost in her own world.
"What?" They asked in unison, a similar defensive pout on their faces.
"Oh nothing." She said. "Just watching you two."
"Did you see the moonwalking?" Collin asked eagerly, a small smile replacing the pout.
"I did." She laughed. "Very clever."