Three PM rolls around and you're almost done with maintenance. You've got to hit the gym at some point today, and now seems a good a time as any for the both of you to get your shit done. School's out so it won't look suspicious for Dave to be in the supermarket, but it's not like you care, he's your kid, and not anyone else's. His music's been going all day. Lil' dude must've been busy.
You knock on his door after leaving the site to finish up its maintenance. "Dave, you in there?"
He cracks the door open. "Yeah."
"I need you to go to the store. I'm taking the car to the gym. You know which card to use for groceries, yeah?" you ask him.
He nods. "The silver and orange one for three percent cash back."
"Good kid." You ruffle his hair and walk away. He'll leave after you do.
You go to your room and shove the door open. Goddamn smuppets, taking up so much space. You should probably invest in some sort of IKEA cabinet for all of them. You nod at Lil' Cal, sitting on some chair like the guardian of your hoard. Damn good guardian, too.
You throw your closet doors open and pull a shirt from one of the shelves. You pull off your white polo and swap it for the new shirt. You slip out of your Chucks and whip off your pants, switching them for a pair of black basketball shorts. You put your trusty Chuck Taylors back on and grab your keys and a water before heading out the door.