Taking a Chance

by Becky Monson

“Oh my gosh, you are not telling me dad jokes.” I glower at him. He laughs, his head tipping back as he does. He’s got one of those contagious laughs. Under different circumstances I would probably join him. Not because of the jokes, mind you. “How do you tell if a joke is a dad joke?” he asks. “Because it’s super cheesy?” “No, because it’s apparent.” “Oh, gosh, I walked right into that one.”