It was Sunday and Billy woke up excited to go to his first soccer game. He took his time making sure he had all his equipment and went to go ask his mom to drive him to his game. Unfortunately, Billy's mom was still asleep. He woke up his mom, but since she was taking a while, Billy told his mom that he would just ride his bike to the soccer game and he'll just meet her there. Billy sped out of his house skipping breakfast because he was behind his planned schedule. When Billy got to the park, his coach and team mates were pacing around, waiting for him.
"Hurry up and get ready, the game is about to start!" they all said, but Billy didn't want to start yet.
"Mom and pops aren't here yet..."
Everyone went silent, didn't Billy know that his dad died in a plane crash last month? Suddenly, Billy jumped up and ran towards the parking lot.
"You're finally here!" Billy said ecstatic to see his mom walking towards him. His coaches and team mates looked around for his dad, but couldn't find him.
"Okay give me one minute and we can start."
"What about your dad...?" One of his team mates questioned.
"Oh you thought I was talking about my dad? Don't be silly, he died last month! I was talking about my pops!" Billy held up his bowl of cereal.
"Gotta have my Pops!"
I know that joke was bad.I'll^see^myself^out.
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