A/N: Another Robinson Song Files one-shot! I haven't written much in a long time; I missed writing MtR! Well, I don't own anything in this fic, 'cuz Lela's not in it and the song is by Rodney Atkins. Read and review please!
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Cornelius helped his four year old son into the hovercar and handed him his food. He strapped Wilbur into his booster seat and turned to the driver's seat of the car. It had been one heck of a day for him. Four malfunctions and a small fire had caused the entire office building to close down early. Cornelius had returned home, slightly charred and extremely tired, only to be sent back out by his wife to get food for their wailing son.
In other words, it had been a long day.
Grumbling mindlessly to himself, Cornelius jumped in the front seat and the engine started, recognizing him immediately. It had been another one of his inventions that he had thought up long ago.
"Daddy!" the little boy called from the backseat, trying to tug a sealed plastic bag open without success. "Can you help me?"
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Driving
through town just my boy and me
With a happy meal in his booster
seat
Knowing that he couldn't have the toy
Till his nuggets
were gone
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Cornelius momentarily let go of the wheel and turned around to help Wilbur. He easily opened the bag and handed it back to Wilbur. He turned slowly back to the front, placing his hands on the wheel yet again. But to his surprise, the light that had been green moments before had turned a blaring, angry red. Cornelius slammed down hard on the brakes to avoid a collision and another trip to the hospital.
The last one with Wilbur and the very sharp Carl prototype parts was not one he liked to remember.
Grumbling to himself, Cornelius saw that Wilbur's food had spilled everywhere. All over his jeans, his shirt, his hair, the windows, the seats, and some of his drink even got on the windshield. Muttering to himself, he turned around to the food covered Wilbur.
"It's okay, Will. We'll get you something else to eat." Cornelius tried to grin at his young son, but the day had just been too stressful and frustrating. Wilbur simply pouted and said something under his breath that Cornelius would have never expected to hear out of his young son's mouth.
"What did you just say, Wilbur? And where did you even hear that word?" Cornelius asked in shock and slight anger.
Wilbur looked up innocently at his father.
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Green
traffic light turned straight to red
I hit my breaks and mumbled
under my breath
His fries went flying and his orange drink covered
his lap
Well then my four year old said a four letter word
That
started with "s" and I was concerned
So I said, "Son,
now, where did you learn to talk like that?"
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"From you, Daddy. When you got home and you just said it just now. I wanna be just like you! I've been doin' everything you do because, when I grow up, I wanna be a great daddy like you!" Wilbur's perky little voice made Cornelius smile. It was just the thing that made his horrible day so much better.
"You're gonna turn out just fine, Wilbur, just fine…" Cornelius's smile lingered as he turned the hovercar towards home. But if Wilbur was copying everything he was doing… Cornelius seriously needed some help.
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He
said I've been watching you dad, ain't that cool
I'm your
buckaroo, I wanna be like you
And eat all my food and grow as tall
as you are
We got cowboy boots and camo pants
Yeah we're just
alike, hey ain't we dad
I wanna do everything you do
So I've
been watching you
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That night after dinner (sloppy joes) Cornelius headed back up to his lab to lock it up. He walked to the light switch and reached to flip the switch until a picture caught his eye. The entire Robinsons family portrait was set on his desk. Cornelius slowly approached it, his eyes looking for one special person. Wilbur.
He picked up the picture and saw his son balanced on his own shoulders. The two of them looked so happy together. And just this afternoon Wilbur had copied something his father had messed up at. He didn't want Wilbur to copy any of his other mistakes, so before his knew what he was doing, Cornelius bowed his head.
"Please, please, help me fix my mistakes before my son picks up on the worst ones. Please."
And that was that. Cornelius flipped the light switch and his lab went dark. He didn't notice when a little boy skittered silently out of the open door.
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We
got back home and I went to the barn
I bowed my head and I prayed
real hard
Said, "Lord, please help me help my stupid self."
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Cornelius had been sent by Franny to tuck in and say good night to Wilbur. He appeared from the Travel Tubes to see his young son kneeling next to his bed.
"…and I want to be just like my dad, and I want a friend that I could always hang out with, and… um… I want a puppy."
Cornelius chuckled. It wasn't really a puppy Wilbur would be getting nine years from now. More puppy-like, but…
"Hey, little guy. What are you doing?" Cornelius walked up behind Wilbur, who turned around to look up at his father's towering figure.
"What you were doin', Daddy. I told you wanna be just like you. We're a lot the same already. We both love Mommy and havin' fun and doin' stuff together! I'm sure I'm gonna grow up just like you!" Wilbur's eyes shone brightly with pride.
Cornelius's heart swelled with love. His son was going to turn out just fine.
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Then
this side of bedtime later that night
Turning on my son's scooby
doo nightlight
He crawled out of bed and he got down on his
knees
He closed his little eyes, folded his little hands
And
spoke to god like he was talking to a friend
And I said, "Son,
where'd you learn to pray like that?"
He
said I've been watching you dad, ain't that cool
I'm your
buckaroo, I wanna be like you
And eat all my food and grow as tall
as you are
We like fixing things and holding mama's hand
Yeah
we're just alike, hey ain't we dad
I wanna do everything you do
So
I've been watching you
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"Aw, come here, Wilbur," Cornelius wrapped his little son is a fatherly hug and set him back down on his bed.
"My little Wilbur is growing up," Cornelius ruffled his son's hair. Wilbur smiled his cheesiest smile.
"That's me!"
Cornelius laughed and tucked Wilbur under the covers.
As Wilbur rested his head on the pillow, he whispered, "I've been watching you, Daddy. I love you."
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With
tears in my eyes I wrapped him in a hug
Said my little bear is
growing up
He said but when I'm big I'll still know what to
do
Cause I've been watching you dad, ain't that cool
I'm your
buckaroo, I wanna be like you
And
eat all my food and grow as tall as you are
Then I'll be as strong
as superman
We'll be just alike, hey won't we dad
When I can do
everything you do
Cause I've been watching you
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A/N: Another random note from me! I've been promoted to the top level in my chorus (Honors, a select group of girls chosen in my choir's camp in the summer by my teacher and his staff.) I've been stressing for the past week and I screamed for a good forty five minutes, at least, when I heard the news. So updates may come a little slower between the extra work in chorus, soccer, schoolwork, plus the three other stories I have going. You know, school would be perfectly fine with me if we didn't have any home work. I congratulate you if you bothered to read the entire random author's note; you are truly awesome and very, very patient! Please review!