Does anyone else do this kind of stuff with their daughter?
Rissa has always been a little off-centre. I was about to say that I blame David for that, but I couldn’t type it with a straight face. Instead, I shall say that we are equally bad influences, but in good ways. I do think that she gets her sense of humour from him. The pair…
“Rissa!!! BEST WALK EVER!!!” “It was?” “YES!! One cat on the way there… Three, no wait! FOUR cats on the way back…” “Two cats there, Mummy. You saw two cats on the way over.” We had walked Rissa over to her friend’s house. “I did?” “Yes, the long-haired dark grey one and a tabby.” “I…
“You’ve what?” asks Rissa, slightly laggy on her end of the video call. “Who have you been talking to? What did you do?” “Nothing,” I say. “I think it’s just my age.” “It’s what? What do you mean it’s your age?” “I think you just get to a certain age and…” “You think there are…
“Wait! What did that sign just say?” Rissa asks as we careen around a corner as the rough gravel road turns even rougher, then strangely becomes less gravelly and more made of dirt and grass with a light covering of snow. “Dangerous: Unmaintained Road.” “What?!?“ “Use at your own risk.” “WHAT?!?” “It’s a short cut.”…
It was a beautiful Sunday afternoon. I was driving into Toronto to see a friend’s show. I had Q107.1 on (the home of classic rock) – it was Psychedelic Sunday and a Beatles A-Z weekend. The tunes were stellar. I made sure I checked the highway update signs all the way along my route. …
“Why do you never fold underwear?” I yell. I am staring at a pile of unfolded ladies’ panties in various colours and materials – bunched up on the top of the laundry pile – a secondary, equally-crumpled pile, is on the floor. “They can’t be folded!!” David yells back from the kitchen. “Come here!” He…