Good Times
Kids are funny the way they pick up their parents’ habits and catchphrases. Sam’s picked up a couple from his mom. When she’s trying to get him to focus, she says “Sam, can I talk to you for a minute?”, and he uses it all the time when he feels he’s not being paid enough attention. “Christina?” he says, gesturing withi his hand for her to come closer. “Christina, can I talk to you for a minute?” I have more than a few. “Duuude!?!” when he’s being unreasonable; “Good times” when we’re having fun, the eternal favorite “Learn how to drive!”, and of course “C’mon MAN!” when I need Sam to cooperate.
Toward the end of Sam’s January visit, we took a nice walk through Bartram’s Garden. The CSX freight tracks run through the northwest side of the park along the meadow trail, and we would stop every few minutes to watch a freight pass by.
It was a beautiful day, the height of January thaw during these last few years before the global warming catastrophe really starts to hit us. The mid-afternoon sun glanced off the Center City skyline a mile or so away on the other side of the river while a crow cawed at its neighbor. A blue and-yellow diesel hummed by, bell clanging steadily.
We watched the engine disappear around the bend and set off again along the path holding hands when Sam looked up at me and said, “Daddy?”
“Yes, Sam?”
“Good times, Daddy. Good times.”
Little guy used it right, too.
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May 13th, 2008 at 3:53 am
Awesome.