sign of the times
Once in awhile I get the pleasure of spending some alone time with one of my kids. I miss it, I really do. Joseph and I used to go on "dates" all the time, shopping, mcdonalds, the library...wherever. It used to be him and I on the open road. Now, not so much.
The other day my nephew Devin asked us to come to his championship inline (not online) hockey game. So, when Big Daddy got home from work Joseph and I headed out. After the game we went out for some supper, just him and I. It was fun and was the best date i've been on in months (shh, dont tell Big Daddy). We went to Boston Pizza so Joseph could throw back a few "grape pop rocks" Really, its grape pop poured onto crushed ice. I could make the same thing at home for about $3 cheaper...but hey, it just wouldn't be the same now would it?
It gave us the opportunity to sit and chat. The neat thing about your kids growing up is that the conversation grows along with it. Now that Joseph has completed grade one (*sob*) he has more to talk about than just Star Wars. We can have somewhat of a real conversation. He reads very well and absorbs many things, so we have a lot to talk about. He told me various things that had happened at school this year, and we talked about being done grade one and moving into grade two. We also chatted about what we were going to do on our summer holidays and our vacation we have planned to BC. It was nice to sit and chat, laugh and just spend time with one another.
But low and behold after a few "grape pop rocks" nature tends to call. So here comes a mama-delima. We are at that age where it is almost inappropriate to take him into a ladies washroom nor does he want to go into one. I can't go into the men's, again nor would I want to. Our only option is for Joseph to go it alone. Our table was about 4 away from the bathrooms so I told him where they were and watched him head over.
As we all know the traditional bathroom signs are these:
Joseph looks at one.... and then the other.... and then back at the first one....and then then other.... and then at me. I point which way he needs to go.
When he returns at the table he says to me "what is with the stick people can't they just write 'boys' or 'girls'?" For him reading actual words is so much easier than decifering weird stick people. He inquired as to why the girl had a triangle. "Mom, your a girl and you never wear a triangle"
It was a bit too much to explain to him that there are probably some people this day in age who can't read. I guess I just take it for granted, Joseph too. I hope one day he realizes how lucky he is to be able to read. I feel lucky that he can read. I guess I learnt today that what Joseph learnt in grade one will stay with him forever..... only if the bathrooms are labeled with words.
The other day my nephew Devin asked us to come to his championship inline (not online) hockey game. So, when Big Daddy got home from work Joseph and I headed out. After the game we went out for some supper, just him and I. It was fun and was the best date i've been on in months (shh, dont tell Big Daddy). We went to Boston Pizza so Joseph could throw back a few "grape pop rocks" Really, its grape pop poured onto crushed ice. I could make the same thing at home for about $3 cheaper...but hey, it just wouldn't be the same now would it?
It gave us the opportunity to sit and chat. The neat thing about your kids growing up is that the conversation grows along with it. Now that Joseph has completed grade one (*sob*) he has more to talk about than just Star Wars. We can have somewhat of a real conversation. He reads very well and absorbs many things, so we have a lot to talk about. He told me various things that had happened at school this year, and we talked about being done grade one and moving into grade two. We also chatted about what we were going to do on our summer holidays and our vacation we have planned to BC. It was nice to sit and chat, laugh and just spend time with one another.
But low and behold after a few "grape pop rocks" nature tends to call. So here comes a mama-delima. We are at that age where it is almost inappropriate to take him into a ladies washroom nor does he want to go into one. I can't go into the men's, again nor would I want to. Our only option is for Joseph to go it alone. Our table was about 4 away from the bathrooms so I told him where they were and watched him head over.
As we all know the traditional bathroom signs are these:
Joseph looks at one.... and then the other.... and then back at the first one....and then then other.... and then at me. I point which way he needs to go.
When he returns at the table he says to me "what is with the stick people can't they just write 'boys' or 'girls'?" For him reading actual words is so much easier than decifering weird stick people. He inquired as to why the girl had a triangle. "Mom, your a girl and you never wear a triangle"
It was a bit too much to explain to him that there are probably some people this day in age who can't read. I guess I just take it for granted, Joseph too. I hope one day he realizes how lucky he is to be able to read. I feel lucky that he can read. I guess I learnt today that what Joseph learnt in grade one will stay with him forever..... only if the bathrooms are labeled with words.
Labels: Deep Thoughts, Joseph
posted by Jessica @ 11:38 AM
1 Comments:
At 8:51 PM ,
Shar-Lee said...
We do this once a month... collect bingo chips in a caught caring jar and then draw one at the end of the month... the winner gets a "date" with M or D. Usually dinner, or a movie etc... of course we rig the draw based on who had it last, who needs it most, and who really deserves it... and in the end it usually works out really fair. I love when they pick me... one on one time out of the house is awesome!
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