There I was. Well, there we were. As the sun stood in the middle of the sky, it truly felt like a Sunday. Honestly, work has been kicking my ass lately, but after breakfast, Nia did one of her classic hour long tantrums and now here we are. I know it's not good to give into her, but she's just so cute when she get's upset. And now here I am, pushing her on the swings.

But really what I was curious about, was this cosplaying guy hunched over watching us from a bush.

"So, who the hell are you? Isn't it a little early in the day for cosplay?" I shouted.

Immediately, he stood up straight, blurted out "I am not cosplaying!", then started making his way towards me.

"Listen creep, if you don't want to get peppered stay back!"

"I am not a creep! My name is Abraham Lincoln!"

What did he just say?

"Okay I don't know what you're playing out but you're clearly some anime character, not Abe Lincoln."

"I told you I'm not cosplaying! And Abraham Lincoln is just my name, look here." He pulled out a license with his picture and name.

"Oh, so it is." I said, deflated.

"Now behold!"

He pointed towards his open palm, facing up.

"Think of any fruit."

I squinted my eyes and imagined my favorite fruit.

He smirks, "Good."

As he flexed his arm I saw a light begin to emanate from his palm, he then began to chant "Icurus Cuora", or something like that, I don't really speak magic. And as he began to chant, suddenly the bright red fruit appeared in his hand.

"Why the hell is there a tomato in my hand!?" Abraham Lincoln exasperates.

"Tomato is my favorite fruit. What, you didn't know tomato is a fruit?"

"How about you just pick a normal fruit instead?" He shook his head. "Whatever, surely that's enough to prove my magical powers."

I'm not totally convinced. "Try making a durian next."

"Listen! Your daughter, it may be hard to believe this now, but one day she will be the one who saves this world."

We both turned and looked at my four year old drool machine.

"You know she's four, right?"

As his face dropped, he let out a sigh.

"Yes, Mr.Lopez, but one day she won't be."

"Don't you think that's like, creepy?"

"I didn't mean it like that! Like anything else, magic is taught better to youth. We should start her training now. That is, if you want your world to exist in 40 years."

"Yeah, no, I think we're both good."