Texas is an average lil boy child living in the 21st century

Is it still the 21st century?

F*ck

Wait

w h a t t h e f * c k b r o

Anyway, I guess Texas is an average lil boy child living in the 22nd century

He has two dads, because why wouldn't he?

Their names are America and Mexico

He loves them until they don't let him stay up after 9

Then he decides to hate them

Until he accidentally falls asleep and wakes up to pancakes in the morning

Then he loves them again

He also has two uncles, one aunt, and a lot of other uncles that are all named "tío"

Texas doesn't quite understand that Spanish and English are two different languages yet, despite being able to speak both

Texas might not be the brightest

That's the end of that statement

He is cute though

And he loves everyone

He even loves himself

Not everyone can say that much

But Texas can

"Dad, do the voices ever talk about you?" Texas asked.

"Do you mean your thoughts?" America asked.

"Ohhh that's what they are? Why do some of my thoughts sound like a narrator?" Texas asked. America shrugged. He didn't want to ignore his sons random, slightly weird questions, but he had a lot to do. America was a business man doing business things after all.

"Why don't you go hang out with the Caribbean?" America asked.

"Because they're taller than me and say swears," Texas said.

"It's nothing you haven't heard from uncle Aussie," America said, before checking the time. "Well, I have to go now... I'll see you after work, ok kiddo?" America said, patting the oversized cowboy hat Texas was wearing, making it tip over all lopsided. Texas giggled.

"Ok, bye dad!" Texas exclaimed. Once he was sure America left, Texas grabbed his leather satchel (a gift from his grampy) and snuck out of the house, planning on doing some exploring. Besides, it'll just take a few minutes, what can go wrong?

I'm sleepy and probably won't remember this by the time I wake up but it will exist and I'll have no recollection of why or when I wrote it