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misterxToday's plan was to drive up to Bristol and meet my friend Megan, whom I haven't seen in about three years. She was bringing her little girl, 1 year old, whom I've never met.
I was going stir crazy in the house waiting for it to be time though, so I got Storm dressed and headed out early, figuring we could take a walk until it was time to meet. Sugar Hollow park is near there, and they have some nice trails, so I figured we'd try that. Near the road, it's all ballfields and a playground, but further back there is the campground and the natural park where the trails are. Well, I enter the park, head up the road, pass by the playground (much to Storm's dismay), and climb the hill that leads to the trails. When I round the bend, however, an unwelcome sight awaits... a gate declaring the back portion closed. Dang it. So I turn the car around, and started working on plan B. That didn't get far though.
"Where are we going?" Storm asks with urgency, "Are we going to the playground?"
Oh man... I really want to go for a walk, not hang around on mulch and push her on the swing. I mean, I do that all the time, but today I want to walk. So I try to avoid the issue. "We're going this way."
"Are we going to the playground?"
"We're going *this* way," I repeat, with a grand, sweeping gesture.
"Dad, WHERE are we going?"
"This way."
I hear a small grrr sound from the back seat. Then, in a voice that sends a chill down my spine, Storm says "If you don't take me to the playground, you're going to wish you had rabid weasels in your head instead of having a kid."
Rabid weasels. In my... head? Whoa.
I stop the car and turn around to look at her. I just... looked. I don't know what I was expecting, I just wanted to check... for fangs, or... leathern wings or something.
She just smiles and giggles and dimples as sweet as I've ever seen. "Daddy, would you take me to the pwaygwound, pweeeeze??"
Yes, we went to the playground. But eight hours later, my brain still goes bzzt! when I try to make the two mesh. I type to you between sips of rum and coke. This was NOT covered in Parenting 101.
I was going stir crazy in the house waiting for it to be time though, so I got Storm dressed and headed out early, figuring we could take a walk until it was time to meet. Sugar Hollow park is near there, and they have some nice trails, so I figured we'd try that. Near the road, it's all ballfields and a playground, but further back there is the campground and the natural park where the trails are. Well, I enter the park, head up the road, pass by the playground (much to Storm's dismay), and climb the hill that leads to the trails. When I round the bend, however, an unwelcome sight awaits... a gate declaring the back portion closed. Dang it. So I turn the car around, and started working on plan B. That didn't get far though.
"Where are we going?" Storm asks with urgency, "Are we going to the playground?"
Oh man... I really want to go for a walk, not hang around on mulch and push her on the swing. I mean, I do that all the time, but today I want to walk. So I try to avoid the issue. "We're going this way."
"Are we going to the playground?"
"We're going *this* way," I repeat, with a grand, sweeping gesture.
"Dad, WHERE are we going?"
"This way."
I hear a small grrr sound from the back seat. Then, in a voice that sends a chill down my spine, Storm says "If you don't take me to the playground, you're going to wish you had rabid weasels in your head instead of having a kid."
Rabid weasels. In my... head? Whoa.
I stop the car and turn around to look at her. I just... looked. I don't know what I was expecting, I just wanted to check... for fangs, or... leathern wings or something.
She just smiles and giggles and dimples as sweet as I've ever seen. "Daddy, would you take me to the pwaygwound, pweeeeze??"
Yes, we went to the playground. But eight hours later, my brain still goes bzzt! when I try to make the two mesh. I type to you between sips of rum and coke. This was NOT covered in Parenting 101.