1996
Carson: Daddy, where are we going?
Shawn: I want you to meet some kids your age. Some of the other wrestlers have their kids with them too.
I held my dad's hand as we kept walking. I saw a short boy with black hair and a big man with blonde hair. The big man spoke funny when he saw me and Daddy.
Dusty: Well, well. Is this the girl?
He had a lisp or something, I guess.
Shawn: This is my little girl, Carson. Carson, this is Dusty Rhodes. He's friends with Teddy and Brett's dad. And is this Cody?
The boy nodded his head.
Dusty: How old are you, sweetie?
Carson: Seven.
Dusty: My boy, Cody, is eleven. Maybe you two can become friends.
Carson: You talk funny.
He laughed and picked me up into his arms.
Dusty: That's what makes me different, little lady. You should see my old ring gear. Had yellow polka dots all over.
I laughed at him as he started tickling me. Daddy smiled at me.
Carson: I like Dusty, Daddy.
Shawn: That's good, baby. Cody, mind watching my little girl for a bit while I talk to your dad?
Cody: Okay.
Dusty set me down and patted my head gently.
Dusty: Gotta beautiful little girl, Shawn.
Daddy and Dusty walked down the hall a little while Cody stared at me.
Carson: What's wrong?
Cody: You're pretty.
He ran his fingers through my hair. He's weird.
Carson: You're a weirdo.
He just laughed.
Cody: I like you. Wanna be friends?
Carson: I guess. You seem okay.
Cody hugged me and I saw our dads smile down the hall. I looked at Cody and smiled. I guess having a friend in Dad's work wouldn't be so bad.
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