#Chapter37
The idea did sound appealing, but it also sounded far too good to be true.
/"Are they real?/" I asked. /"Not just robots?/"
Because before, back when I had been younger, mom had an app on her phone that was too Santa, so he knew that I was being a good boy, but Isaac had said it wasn't really him, it was just an automated robot.
/"I'm pretty certain they're real./" Blake chuckled, only to freeze as the stairs began to creak. I paused, scampering away from Daddy so that there was space between us. I had gotten too caught up in our conversation that I had forgotten to listen to the water. /"Just think about it and let me know, baby boy./"
