— Musings —11.20.2011 11:28 AM
That’s that
Youngest Son: Daddy, will you be sad if I want to go to [eldest son’s] hockey game, not the Santa Claus parade?
Me, totally lying: No, of course not, buddy. If that’s what you want to do, we’ll do that.
[The author checks himself in for treatment of depression.]
If it’s any consolation, some time in his 30s, he will re-discover Santa Claus and his parade.
In Ottawa, they moved the Santa Claus Parade to dark time, just after sunset. Pure magic. Downtown crowd rivals Canada Day.
Ouch!
Father of 2 & 5 year old … dreading that day.
At least it was for a good reason!
Me to older daughter: “C’mon and watch Hilarious House of Frightenstein with me!”
Older daughter: “No thanks, Dad, I am studying for my Astronomy final with friends.”
Me to older daughter: “But since I am paying for your Uni, doesn’t that make me the majority shareholder and as such, are you not required to make me happy?”
Older daughter: “I dunno about that because I am not taking business. Now grow up and stop bothering me!”
Me: “Never! In fact, I plan on Occupying This Room until you change your mind!”
Older daughter: “MOM!!!!!”
Me: “Ok, ok…sheesh…where’s your sister?”
Well it looks like Santa has one less stop this year.
I’m in transition myself.
Older son was in a hockey tournament this weekend which, if he made the final, would prevent us from going to the parade. The 6 year old fessed up and said (with some sadness it should be noted) that he wanted his brother to win, but he kinda also didn’t.