On Saturday I took The Boy to a competition of various clubs of kids his age. His club was there, too, but not competing. I was there as chauffeur, but also as moral support. The competition was held in a high school gym. We sat on the bleachers. Actual exchange: TB: I wonder if Madison will be here...DD: Who?(TB walks away.)I spotted him shortly thereafter, sitting next to The Blonde Girl.I'd been ditched. Not even so much as a "see ya, Dad."The Blonde Girl has entered our world.