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What on Earth had he been thinking? He bemoaned internally, struggling to come up with any base logic for his poor decision. Granted he didn’t have the greatest track record when it came to successes ( he was currently one for several thousand ), so he should have been accustomed to failure -- but this was undoubtedly the poorest decision he’d ever made.
Like most idiotic things men tended to do, it was a probably ten to seven that he had only done it to please a woman -- two women, in this particular instance, he corrected with a groan. Roxanne Ritchi, the desire of his own heart, and her best friend Helen Parr had scheduled an outing for themselves that day of shopping and manicures and ...going to the bathroom together, or whatever else it was that girls always did with one another. But they had neglected to account for the fact that this particular day was a holiday that all public and most private schools observed city-wide -- and while the eldest Parr child, Violet, had plans with her circle of friends, and the infant Jack-Jack had adequate daycare, that left for one unfortunate factor to slip through the cracks -- namely the middle child, Dash.
His father Robert, who Megamind had only recently been getting to know, couldn’t simply abandon his post at his office in order to look after the boy -- as he understood, simple civilian jobs didn’t tend to work that way. But a full-time hero like Megamind -- he worked from home a majority of the time. And so, in what he now considered must have been a total fit of psychosis born from his desire to please the most important woman in his life and, subsequently the most important woman in hers, he had stupidly offered to look after the boy himself.
What did an ex-super villain know about taking care of kids, you ask? Well, the answer was quite simple.
Nothing.
The sound of the door swinging shut behind them echoed across the vast expanse of the not-so-evil-anymore Lair, punctuating the start of what was bound to be a rather trying day. But Megamind gathered himself up and squared his shoulders beneath the spiky slope of his arching cape -- it he could save an entire city from the threat of imminent destruction, he could entertain a grade schooler for the span of a single afternoon. ...besides, he wasn’t someone who tended to give up very easily -- or at all.
Turning back, he faced the little blond, freckled youth with wide, green eyes, clearing his throat with a cough into his black leather gloved fist -- right then. Time to get to work.
❝ -- okay! Who’s ready to have fun, huh? ...first things first. I’ve read that children crave structure -- so let’s lay down some ground rules, shall we? Rules number one -- don’t touch anything. ❞
