Dads meeting a smart Dadsona? When I mean smart, I mean he's like the love child of Einstein and Hawking? (Btw, I love your blog!)
Hugo had seen the man before, but not like this. He had seen him on blogs and news channels, magazine covers and in the New York Times. He had seen the man alongside headlines of “Artificial Intelligence Finally Mastered?” and “Step away, Siri. This new AI is for REAL!” The man had created artificial intelligence more realistic than the average human. Or, at least, the teenage ones Hugo dealt with on a daily basis. But here, at a parent teacher conference, the man stood before him with a cheeky grin and these eyes that you could just tell were looking for details. Amanda gave Hugo a knowing look, her arms crossed and her lips pursed. “So, I only have a few concerns with Amanda. Thus far her work has been excellent,” Hugo paused to give the teenage girl his signature ‘but’ look, “When she decides to turn it in. She has been tardy a few times and her phone has proven to be the reason I’ve enforced our no phone rule in my classroom for the first time in five years.” The man nodded and played with his thumbs in his lap, stealing glances at Amanda as she giggled and shrugged along with the conversation. “Amanda,” the man spoke up. “How about you go get the car started. I’ll run everything by you on our way to your appointment.”Hugo watched amazed as Amanda rose from her seat and basically skipped out of the room.“Mister-““Dadsona. Please.”The teacher sighed.“Dadsona. There’s also a small issue with-“ The man cut him off again.“Could I get your number?”Hugo felt flushed. His cheeks went hot and he could feel the heat radiating from his tanned skin.“My… I’m sorry?”“Your number. By the look you gave me when I walked in, you have a decent idea of who I am. However, I don’t think that’s fair. If you know about me, I would like to know a tad more about you.”“I’m really just a teacher, Dadsona.”He gave Hugo a look. One that told him he would be handing over his number whether logic applied or not.“Something tells me you’re much more than that.”Hugo felt a weight on his hand and looked down to find Dadsona’s phone pressed into his palm. He took it with hesitant fingers.
He got a call exactly two hours later and soon enough, he had plans every night for the rest of the week.












